There, Always

By: KellyCRocker59

This may not be very good, but due to certain events in my life, this was a way of emotionally purging. Please read and review.

It was done. She was gone. And she was never coming back again. Sean felt the phone slip out of his hand, crashing to the floor and shattering. He heard it but he wasn't listening. All he heard in his head was the words she had told him over and over again.

You can be anyone you want to be, Sean.

Don't worry about your parents, they'll understand.

You're going to do great things with you're life.

You've always been my favorite grandchild.

The tears couldn't come, wouldn't come. And dammit, he wanted them to. He wanted to cry until he couldn't see, to just curl up and sob. Because then he would be feeling something. Sean sat down on his bed, and just lay there, staring at the ceiling. He wasn't really looking at anything. He just laid there for what felt numb, the pain hovering around him, but not quite washing over him.

Then, he heard a knock on the door. He didn't say anything; they would go away eventually. Then, he heard the door open and close softly. He had forgotten to lock the door when he had gotten the call from his mom to call her back once he was home. Shit.

Then, a voice sounded.

"Sean?" It was quiet and meek, worried. He knew immediately who it was.

He heard the door to his bedroom open, and then he heard the voice again.

"Sean?"

It was louder this time, more insistent. Then, Sean sat up, the pain threatening to sweep in on him. Holden stood there, in his suit and tie, looking scared for him.

"She's dead." He whispered, and then Holden was stepping forward, taking him into his arms. And the pain caved in.

Tears came, and they wouldn't stop. Sean cried and cried, gasping for breath and clinging to the other male as he felt everything that he couldn't moments ago. Holden sat on the bed beside Sean gripped him tightly against his chest, one hand rubbing his back, the other running through his hair reassuringly.

"It's okay, I'm here." Holden whispered. Four words, but it was enough. It was all he needed.

Sean finally felt the tears lessening, but the pain was still there. He gripped Holden tightly, worried that if he let go he might completely lose himself to the pain. Holden just kept whispering to him soft words of encouragement, until finally he felt his wet eyes slipping closed, his body tired and weak from every emotion that had struck him during the day.

Holden laid them down on the bed, still rubbing the other male's back.

"I love you, okay? I'm not going anywhere." Holden said softly.

Sean nodded.

"Love…you too." He managed to whisper.

And then he was drifting to sleep, vulnerable for the first time in the other male's arms. Holden was there, always.