Sam's POV

Seth's acting up. I keep trying to start up conversions, but I get shut out every time. Example.

"Seth! Do you want to-"

"No."

"I didn't even say-"

"Sam, you know I have stuff to do." I huff, glaring at his turned back.

"You never specify. What stuff are you doing?"

"Just stuff ok? Don't you have something better to do than annoy me?"

"Seth..."

"Sam just leave me alone ok?"

It's tiring, really. I'm kind of sick of it. You know what? I'm done. I storm up to Seth and angrily tap his back. He turns around towards me with a mix of irritance and depression dragging his face down.

"What do you want, Sam?" He asks in a tired voice. I raise my voice, not trying to conceal the anger and worry in my voice.

"WHAT IS GOING ON???" Seth blinks, obviously confused.

"What do you mean, Sam...?"

"Everything! You keep telling me that you have stuff to do, yet you say nothing about it! You've stopped going to school, you've basically cut all ties from me, you aren't even willing to hold my hand or anything! You flinch when I step five feet away from you! What's going on?!?" Seth inches away from me, and I feel my heart slightly crack.

"Sam... I-It's not something I can-"

"Not something you can tell me? Seth, you told me about freaking gods. What is it?" I reach out towards him, and he flinches. Another hammer to my glass heart.

"I-I'm sorry, but-" I step away, knowing it hurts him more than it hurts me. But I can't give up. I want to know. I need to know.

"Seth." I move in again, cupping his face in one of my hands. I slowly and gently brush his cheek with my thumb and feel something warm and wet come off. I realize he's crying. "Seth, I love you. But I need to know." Seth hesitantly reaches up with one arm and places his hand over mine. He takes his other hand and ever so softly places it on my back, in between my shoulder blades. I feel him ever so slightly tugging at me, desperately wanting to pull me closer. I lean into him, and hold his head, hugging him gently.

"Seth...Please" I watch as my own small drop of salty water full of emotion falls into his mass of dark hair. "I..I..can't" He chokes out between sobs. So we stand there. Holding each other for what feels like eternity.

If only they had that much time left.