32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
Just a warning. I thought this was a given considering the prompt, but angst ahead. Happy ending tho.
Lance remembered imagining space to be something magical, dark but full of color, where his knuckles wouldn’t bleed after being slapped with rulers, where his possibly dying mother wouldn’t feel alone, where she wouldn’t have to force a smile towards him. He used thought space was pink, he thought that when the sun was out, when no one on Earth could see, flowers bloomed in ways that he never could. Space was where his sister said she could love someone and love herself at the same time without their parents permission.
“What the ever living fuck was that, Lance?”
Keith’s voice was harsh against his ears, but he deserved it; admitting that is the problem. Admitting that space was not full of flowers, not full of his father’s laughter, not full of his mother. Space, as Lance experienced it, was nothing but blue.