Word Count: 100
They looked so young. Caught in a moment, forever sixteen, in the sunshine by the lake.
And they'd been happy. They really had. Anyone could see that, just looking at this picture, the laughter. Not a care in the world...
How much things had changed. Seamus wasn't young any more, and he could barely remember being that happy - it hadn't happened in a long, long time.
He gazed at the moving image of Dean, who had never grown old and never would, and saw his friend's smile fade into a concerned frown as he felt the first tears fall.
