You Haunt Me
by ihaveacleverfandomurl
Accompanied with art by smol-bara
“Her mother wanted to have her adopted, didn’t she?” comments somebody from behind him, and Lance catches his breath, his thumb stilling in its gentle brush of a ringlet away from her face. She's his, and he's hers, this little girl – he can’t tear himself away from her, he belongs to her so completely in this moment that it hurts deep in his chest to even think about – “I’m taking her,” he whispers, presses his finger to the palm of a tiny hand peeking out from her blanket wrap, and she grasps it and stares at him. He speaks again, louder. “She’s my...my daughter, I’m taking her home.” Keith digs fingers into the crushed pack of cigarettes in his pocket that he’s half emptied in the last few hours, and in the other pocket, he clenches a hand around the rubbed smooth handle of his switchblade. Dirt is shoveled onto shiny wood, the scrape and gentle patter of the dig and release of it. Covering them. Those slack faces that he sees every time he closes his eyes. He thinks of the fifth of whiskey in his closet. Anything to feel warm again. Anything to feel anything again.