the universe's guide to getting over it
step six: how to die in a depressingly boring way
“I have an idea to run by you.”
“Famous Lance plans,” Pidge said, rolling over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. “But this is annoying. You’re being annoying. Why won’t you just let me go?”
“Because you--” he stopped himself. She imagined what he was going to say, each word in her head poisoning itself in sarcasm and anger.
Because you’re a part of this team. Because you’re a Paladin of Voltron. Because you’re my friend.
“Because you don’t have to go through everything by yourself, for fuck’s sake.”
Her heart shuddered.
“I’m not--”
“No, shut up. I’m trying to get my thoughts out. I was talking to Keith. About you, obviously, cause you’re occupying too much brain space. And you made him cry. Or I did. I don’t know. But it was like, wow, the fuck are we doing? I--I want to be mad at you, forever. For the rest of my life. I fucking despise you. You used to be so smart, but now you’re dumb, because you’re what? Self destructing because it hurts? Letting the people who love you get struck by the shrapnel because it’s easier to be alone? Is that what you want to do the rest of your fucking life?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but Lance kept going.
“I’m not going to force you to come back. I know I’m the last person who can make you do that. You’re the cool independent force of nature and I’m--fucking--I’m me. I’m the guy who’s still pretending.”
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