Disclaimer: I don't own Voltron: Legendary Defenders or its characters.

It's funny how memories can flash by in the blink of an eye. Whether short or long, happy or sad, memories are often tucked into the recesses of our minds, constantly replaced by newer memories. They are only brought back for brief moments in time when we deem them needed again.

Over time, they begin to dull, to lose the emotions that they carried. They lose the details that made them so unique. They fade away until we can't recall them at all.

Yet regardless of this, they come back when memories are all we have left.

Whether they come back to haunt us about what we have lost or whether they are trying to keep us continuing on in life, I don't know. All that I know is that they make us feel again.

Cold, harsh rain biting your skin as it rushes past. The warmth of the sun that graces everything that it touches. The feeling of serenity that comes after a storm. The smile that once brought you happiness and hope but will forever be tainted by the pain you feel inside.

These memories that used to only give off a sense of emotion are brought back to life with the details that were lost long ago. The flicker of candlelight, the birds singing, the smell of autumn leaves. They all come back.

But memories aren't meant to last forever. As seasons change and years pass, the detail will begin to fade again.

Soon, you forget the warmth that came from a person's hug or you can't recall how their voice sounded. When memories become dim and silent, we refuse to let them go again. Our mind won't let us lose them again.

They are all we have left after all.

Even when they become emotionless and have no meaning, we forcing ourselves to hold on to the husk of what was once a powerful memory because we refuse to move on. We can't accept that they aren't meant to be remembered forever.

It's been over a year since Matt and Dad went missing, their memories slowly fading from my mind. The comfort of dad's hug after a tough day. The hope that Matt always radiated. The sweet smell of mom's perfume. It's all disappearing from my memory, drifting away from my grasps.

It was because I couldn't remember Matt's birthday that I began to panic.

It was because I panicked that I became sloppy.

It was because I became sloppy that I was captured.

This is my first story in a long time and my first Voltron story but I hope that you enjoy it.

WARNING: I'm planning for this story to get quite a bit darker and will highlight the physical and psychological trauma that Pidge will go through. If you aren't comfortable with this then I suggest that you don't read this story.