Hi again,

Wow, two publishings so close together...I'm shocked!

So...without further ado...

Enjoy!

Prologue

Breathe

The pulling in of air and oxygen, then the exhalation of air and poisons in your body. The repetition of in and out that keeps you alive. Keeps your blood flowing, your lungs filling and your body functioning.

Breathe

You subconsciously do it. One of the uncontrolled functions of your body. One of the things it does for you cause if it didn't you'd be dead.

He knew that. Remembered all of the basics from high school biology his own experiences and theories.

Now if he could just make his body remember that.

He attempted to suck in the much needed oxygen, to pull it in, fill his lungs.

But his lungs ...just ...wouldn't... work

His chest ached of oxygen starvation, and his head pounded with the lack of air and blood. His body hummed painfully under the pressure, the exertion.

But he wasn't going to find any air out here

He gazed out at the stars, gleaming and glittering from their spots in the universe. His body stiffened from the cold. He could feel the vacuum of space crushing his unprotected body, from the inside out.

What he wouldn't give to have his lion

Well, not that Red was his anymore.

No, he'd felt it as she pulled away from him, the cracks in their bond spreading, growing until the whole thing shattered, crumbled into dust to be blown away in the wind of life leaving him alone in his mind for the first time in...what felt like forever (and his chest ached with the memories he was left with, her saving his life, pulling him in, in in).

What should have been forever.

Just like before. Not wanted, always alone. worthless worthless worthless

But really...could he have (should he have) expected anything else? It's not like anyone ever stayed for him. Tried to wait for him to realize where he wanted to be. Waited for him to return from figuring things out.

Nah, why would they?

Not like he was special. Or even wanted. Never ever ever

Why was he always so replaceable? He never met his Mom cause she'd left when he was just a baby. His Dad lasted a bit longer, but the memories and the pain became too much for him to handle.

Is there not one person in this entire galaxy that gave a one freaking damn about him?

He used to think Shiro did. The man who would randomly show up at his dorm room door to drag him out to town. Drag him to the movies, to eat, a few parties (one more memorable occasion, a concert). The man who refused to be ignored, rejected, refused to be pushed away until Keith had no choice but to accept him. He became his big brother.

He never thought he'd have abandoned him.

Does the universe love to screw him over or what

Keith knew the team didn't care if he was there. Never had. Never accepted completely into the mold

Hunk cared for him in that way that he cared about every being in the universe. You were living, so you had to matter

Pidge...he never quite understood how she felt about him. She was so brash, emotionally stunted and just too damn smart to even try and understand and know him.

Lance... he knew Lance hated him. The boy had said it from the moment they met. They'd had their moment or two of camaraderie, of companionship, but...it'd never changed anything in the long run. Never had a bond

And then he'd taken his place, howhowhow

Allura, he knew despised him. For all that she'd apologized, said she wanted him to return to them on that one mission, he could see it in every movement she made around him, every look shot his way when he wasn't supposed to be looking. And Coran always, always sided with the princess.

And she'd helped Lance keep Red by keeping Blue

Even Red, precious, precious Red who was as much a part of him as he was of her left him, abandoned him.

So easily, so so easily replaced

His lungs burned and he could feel himself drifting away, literally and figuratively. His entire left side burned from where he'd been caught in the explosion. On fire, burning red

Never let it be said he went out without a bang

He never believed Lotor could be trusted. And this just proved it.

At least his death would be useful, even if he wasn't. The Blades and Voltron (and that hurt so so bad) would know that the Galra Prince couldn't be trusted, he would just betray them like Keith had said from the beginning (no one ever listened to him about this sort of thing)

Keith closed his eyes and breathed out.

He never even noticed the speck of light that grew brighter and brighter and it came towards him with a roar

TBC...

So, this is going to have a ton of angst, drama, feels and all of those nice lovely things. Don't worry, there will be a happy ending, just have to work for it;)

Can't you just tell I love stories where the team has to make it up to Keith? Cause I think they treated him so bad...

I hope to have an update every week, but with life...I'll try my best