Have a little langst that is HEAVILY inspired by what I’m going through right now. Hope you enjoy.
Lance sighed and wiped his brow as he set down his last box. With his hands on his hips, he peered around his dorm room. It almost seemed it was smaller than last year. That wouldn’t surprise him. The Garrison was known to pull stuff like that. His roommate, Hunk, had yet to arrive, so he used that time to go ahead and unpack and decorate his side of the room. By random, he picked up a cardboard box that was placed on his bed. Grabbing some scissors, he sliced through the tape and tore open the box. Photographs upon photographs of his family smiled up at him. A breath caught in his throat. With trembling fingers, he picked up a photo that had his whole family in it. Lance was in the middle with a smug look on his face. The rest of his family was doubled over in laughter, some even rolling their eyes. His mama was smiling at him warmly, arm around him and pulling him in for a hug. A tear fell onto the picture. Lance hadn’t even realized he had begun to cry, but here he was with the all too familiar burn behind his eyes.
“Damn it.” He muttered as he furiously tried to wipe away the tears.
It hadn’t even been a week, and already the homesickness was getting to him. He wouldn’t be able to hear his siblings’ laughs, hear his papa’s booming voice. He wouldn’t get to feel his mama’s hugs. Not for months. Lance chocked on a sob, clutching the photograph close to his chest. He knew that he was doing this for his education and himself, but it hurt so damn much. Lance was sure that his hall mates could hear the loud sobs, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was so close to his family, and he wouldn’t get to see them for months. He wished Hunk were here. He gave them the best hugs. They reminded him of his mama’s. He knew that he could get through this. It would be difficult, but he could do it. Had to. For his family.