A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Sirius/Marlene, #054 – Close, the If You Dare Challenge, #787 – closest to heaven, and the Het-Pairings Boot Camp, #008 - student, and for the Star Challenge, Sirius.
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116. Seconds Too Late
He'd wanted to save her;
he'd wanted to save everyone
but he'd desperately wanted to save her
because he loved her,
he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her
forever
But there was no such thing as forever.
There wasn't even a "now"
because he'd missed her:
he'd been too late,
not close enough.
He was just a child in the face of murder
and death and war:
he was still learning to be a hero.
He'd thought he could save everyone,
save her –
He couldn't; she was dead before he even got there
and he was running on the heels of death
Useless.
Useless.
Too slow.
He'd missed her;
maybe if he'd graduated he could have saved her.