Lance's hand hung limply out of the window, a shout dying on his lips. He slowly withdrew and closed the window. Suddenly, a loud pop came from the kitchen.

"Shit!"

The bacon! Skittering down the hall, he quickly turned off the burner. Lance stared at what had been breakfast. A few bubbles of grease were still left in the pan, along with the burnt and broken bits of bacon. The eggs were still okay, but everything else was ruined. Lance groaned and held his head in his hands. He just left. Keith just left....what did I do? After scraping the burnt food into the trash, Lance walked back to his room and sat on the edge of the bed.

A piece of paper fell onto the floor, and he picked it up. It was a note from Keith. Lance mouthed every word three times over. He crumpled the note into his fists and hung his head down low. Tears dripped down his face, but no sound came out. He eventually got up and scrambled around for his phone.

When he found it, he sent a message to Keith's mom.

"I'm sorry to bother, but I think that Keith may have forgotten his sweater over here. I'm free around 5 to come drop it off, if that's okay?"

Her reply was almost instantaneous.

"Come over anytime, honey! Keith isn't home yet but I'll let him know as soon as he gets here."

"Thank you so much."

Lance shut off his phone and grabbed Keith's sweater. It smelled like him. Like lavender and sweat and Lance's own cologne. It smelled like safety, like home. Like every sweet thing in the world. 

Lance buried his face into it, and in a muffled whisper said, "I promise you've done nothing wrong. Please don't run away next time."