‘Happier’ (Klance Week: Day 6)
Lance sat sullenly in the dark, messy room, nursing an empty bottle.
He remembered it clearly They were walking down 29th street when Keith had dragged him into the bar. Lance didn’t realise that bar would signify the start of the end of an era. A perfectly lovely man began flirting with his boyfriend. Worst thing yet, Keith laughed and flirted back. He hadn’t seen Keith laugh like that in months and it dawned on him that perhaps the spark they once had was fading. Yet Lance had ignored it. He tried not to say anything about the bar but that night he had laid sleepless. Wondering if Keith still loved him or if he would be happier without him. It turned out the latter was true.
He went to take a swig from the bottle but came up empty. Half the house was empty, and the room that was once so bright and loving was devoid of life. The fight was explosive. The shattered remains of a pot still lay upon the floor, it accidentally having been knocked down. Lance was numb enough to not feel the glass that pierced his skin as he laid amongst the shards. He continued his journey of reminiscence. The next time he had realised they were growing apart was one bleak December. They almost never actually saw each other, held each other, talked to each other. Christmas was right around the corner and no festive decorations could be spotted around the house even though the two both loved Christmas. When one tried to suggest they do something the other was too busy to participate. That year both Keith and Lance had given each other socks and chocolate that they had bought on Christmas Eve. The gifts only represented a sense of obligation and no love was in either.
Back in present day he smiled sadly to no one. Keith was long gone and Lance had only helped get rid of him. ‘At least he’ll be happier.’ he thought bitterly. ‘I could just smile to hide the truth. Pretend it doesn’t hurt me…’ With that, Lance stood, glass shards falling from his pants as he went to the kitchen and poured himself another glass of wine. The sweet red liquid, spilling over the glasses brim at the same time tears started to fall down his cheeks.
(Quotes both direct and indirect are taken from Ed Sheeran’s song ‘Happier’ because that song is super sad!)