A/N: So this is the first in a new series, naming the series Never Take Friendship Personal it's actually the CD title where the title is on for this little installment anyways. Actually most of them are from this CD but anyways I hope you enjoy this. I think the title of this Silence Reveals Where We Really Are is a good one to start of cause it's accessing just how messed up this duo really is. Just a little boasting here that I posted a fic called Special Delivery over in Miami the pairing is Ryan and well You. Oh ya the band for this series is Anberlin.

Disclaimer: I don't own this sadly, isn't this getting a bit repetitive?


Silence Reveals Where We Really Are

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She laid there for what seemed like hours listening to the rhythmic sound of his breathing. She couldn't help it but she started to compare him to many murderer's and countless other criminals they'd put behind bars over the years.

He appeared to feel no remorse for the cause of his actions caring only about seeking revenge to those who wronged him be damned of the consequences and it wouldn't be long before he started getting violent, she'd seen it happen countless times before.

She stopped the lone tear that fell down her cheek, but felt in unnecessary when the others started to fall, she bit the covers to keep the sob at bay that threatened to come out, and she slid out of bed before he could hear her cry; something that she hadn't felt comfortable with since forever.

Picking up one of his shirts off the floor she slipped it over her head, biting her lip when she felt a sob coming on as she fluffed her hair out from the shirt.

Her bare feet padded softly on the hardwood floor as she made her way out to the living room, the light above the stove in the kitchen spilling out giving her just enough light so she wouldn't trip over anything she plopped down on the couch and let the tears fall, silencing her sobs with a pillow.

What she had done there was no excuse for, she was a sucker for dramatics and a seeker for attention even if it meant being treated like shit, at least the attention was on her.

She heard him walk into his door, signaling to her to dry her eyes it was show time. He didn't speak as he made his way to the coffee machine nor as he waited for the water to drip through the machine giving a nice aromatic smell.

It was only when he flicked on a light did he notice her, his small hope that she'd left faded as he saw her in one of his shirts, overwhelming pride swelled up in his chest, hiding the smile behind his coffee cup and strutting off towards the bedroom once again after he had his brew.

She half expected to hear him say 'Oh you're still here?' he maybe didn't say it but he was thinking it.

Now what? He knew she wasn't going away after the wham bam thank you ma'am part, so maybe it just got a bit more harder for him. A bit easier for her on her part, but why was she thinking of what he was thinking at this very moment she had to set her sights on a goal, problem was she had no idea on how to achieve goal but she was going to try her damnest to make him say it.

But then there was that small little problem at the end of the equation. If she could get him to say 'I made mistake and I do love you' what came next? Was she going to welcome him with open arms? Say the hell with you and walk away like he had done?

It was a question she didn't have an answer to as she went into work that night.

It was an answer that she needed soon before any of this came to light because she had a feeling that the answer could wind up smacking her in the face if she wasn't careful.