Keith's POV~

I woke up laying back on Lance's chest and his arms around me. I loved laying on him. He made me feel safe. He made my heart flutter.

I realized a Galra was standing in front of us outside the glass cell.

"Gah!" I jumped and moved away from Lance a bit (still cramped in the cell.)

I looked up at the Galra soldier. He was staring straight down at us.

I looked at Lance. He was still sleeping.

I tapped him a little but he still didn't wake up.

"Lance!" I whispered, then yelled.

Lance is a pretty deep sleeper. He's so beautiful when he's sleeping peacefully.

When he didn't wake up, I raised his chin and swooped his dark brown hair out of his eyes.

I kissed him on his lips, closing my eyes. Right in front of the Galra soldier.

Lance woke up to my sight and smiled. But then he saw the soldier and frowned.

"What do you want?" Lance said firmly.

"It is time for your interrogation," he said to Lance.

The soldier seemed completely calm, even when I kissed Lance.

"No, Lance..." I started to say.

"No. It's okay, I'll be okay," he said with a sad smile on his face.

As the Galra practically dragged Lance out of the cell, I sat there, praying that Lance would be okay.

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Lance came back with the Galra soldier behind him, his hands behind his back. Lance's hair was messy, rip and burn marks were on his dark-grey, prisoner shirt.

I instantly sat up, "Lance!"

He looked tired with dark circles underneath his eyes. He smiled his sad smile as he came closer to the cell.

The Galra soldier threw him to the ground inside the cell, making Lance groan painfully as he landed in my arms.

He raised an arm to hold his stomach.

He looked awful, and my throat ached just thinking about what they did to him.

He smiled, a little, up at me.

"I'm... o-okay, Mullet," he said hoarsely, then he drifted off to sleep.

I almost cried.

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Author: Sry!! (Don't kill me.) Don't worry, there will be more! Don't leave just yet..