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"I'm so sorry, Dean.." He sobbed, clutching tighter to me as his tears kept pouring from his eyes, falling on my shirt and skin and it hurt. As crazy as it sounds, it hurt seeing him in so much pain. Yes, he deserved it, but I cared too much, more than he'd ever deserved.

"I know an apology won't ever be enough to erase the pain or make you trust me like you once did." He kept talking between sobs. I'd trust him as much as I did any time he would ask me too, but it was too quick to let my defenses down again.

He was trembling in my arms, I pet his hair and my free arm embraced his torso tightly, trying to support him and stop him from shaking.

"I forgive you, y'know that." I whispered to him and breathed a kiss to his forehead. I heard his breath hitching.

"I don't deserve you." He muttered, burying his face back in the crook of my neck, his breathing against my skin was enough to send electricity all over my skin.

After a while, he moved enough to be facing me, his hand traveled to the side of my face, soft and warm. It felt like we were right where we were supposed to be. And the warmth of his breath touching my lips every time his exhaled. Intoxicating.

Little beads trailed leisurely down his cheeks and into the roughness of his beard, his mouth slightly agape and I just wanted to press my lips into his to prevent his useless guilt from being voiced.

"Dean.." He began, and my name sounded so sweet as it has never before.

"You may not believe me now, and who would blame you? But I've been trying to decipher these feelings I have for you, at the beginning I thought it was hatred, but as we went our separate ways I realized I couldn't get you out of my mind. You're everything that holds me together. I lo-"

"Dean!" I heard another voice shouting.

Close.. But it's just Seth and I here, isn't it? Did he forget to lock the door?

"Did you space out again?" A familiar voice tried again.

I blinked. Once. Twice. Then my eyes finally focused on grey stormy eyes, arched brows and lips forming a tight line. An expression I've seen too many times lately.

"Nah, just thinking. Don't worry about me, Ro." I sighed, moving from the wall I was leaning on, letting my arms fall from my chest to my sides.

And it happened again. He won't ever regret having taken everything from me, will he? Is he even aware of the void his departure has left deep within my soul? Am I that easy to forget?

These questions plague my mind everyday, before my mind drifts into daydreaming. And that's the only time I can see us.

I wonder if he ever thinks of me.. Of what could've been..

His eyes set on me for the longest of seconds, his gaze is dark, remorseless and a smirk along the lips I crave to taste. He quickly turns around and continues walking away, like he has always had, not even considering giving it a second thought. He looks through me as if I've never meant anything to him..

A/N: A tiny short angsty thing I wrote today. Hope you guys enjoy! Also, if anyone wants to be my beta reader I'd love you until the end of time. I want to rewrite some chapters from "Complications in the way" ('cause I kind of went insane on the last chapters) so if anyone has time, send me a message. Thank you for reading! Your comments are appreciated!