Missed opportunity
Pairing: Seamus/Dean
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: This is a short drabble I thought off. It's also my first attempt at something that's sad. I'm not that good at that as you will soon see.
There was a faint buss in his ears. His usually cold skin felt like it was burning, and there was a fat clammy clump in his chest. His knee's, which never failed him before, felt like they might now. There was a quiet rustling sound coming from the papers he was holding, his hands were shaking so hard.
Who knew telling your deepest secret would cause so many drastic changes in you.
He lost his breath when he realized the other boy wasn't replying.
"Dean." He looked up into cool brown eyes. The emotion behind them was something new, different. This terrified him more then anything. He thought he had caught all the emotions Seamus possessed. Apparently one had slipped past him.
Dean shrunk back away from the silent Seamus. The cool handle of the Hogwarts express door was welcomed by his burning hand.
Seamus's whispered "Why?" stopped him in his tracks. The room was silent and Dean shivered as he felt Seamus's gaze on his back.
"Why what?" His voice was barely hearable as he broke up inside. It wasn't supposed to go like this.
"Why now? Why not a few years ago? We're done with school now, separating. I can't, I- you know I'm leaving for Ireland. You're staying here for the art school." Dean's eyes became misty. He should have known now to tell Seamus. "Why Dean? Why must you tell me you love me right before we leave each other?"
Dean's hand fell off the doorknob. He no longer felt hot. He felt cold, cold and empty.
"Why!" Seamus's voice cracked angrily. Labored breathing came from his direction.
Seamus turned around and the sight broke his heart in two. Seamus was looking accusingly at him while clearly holding back tears. His face was blotchy red, eyes puffed up, heavy uneven breathing. He was beautiful, a work of art. And Dean couldn't have him.
"I'm sorry, I, I…" His voice faulted off. He had nothing to say. His brain wouldn't function right. It felt numb, numb and cold.
Seamus blinked rapidly and walked timidly up to Dean. Dean stared petrified into his eyes.
The Irish boy leaned in quickly and kissed Dean passionately, lovingly. Dean's breath caught in his throat.
"I love you too Dean, but it's too late. Too late…" His short, slightly callused fingers sent tingles on Dean's cheek as he ran them down it. The train stopped at its designation and Seamus left, the door shutting quickly, resolutely shut.
Dean fell to a heap on the floor.