Chapter 1: In the Dark

Lying in bed she could hear his ragged breathing, racked by sobs as he sat awake. The way he had his whole life. He was contemplating his existence again, every time that happened he would think of his best friend, the lies and everything that had plagued him since the beginning, since he began to doubt the "love" he was getting. While the real love he had found was healing those wounds, the scars would itch and then they would break open red raw again.

She rolled over. She could see his shadowy form sitting on the edge of the bed, the outline wavering as his shoulders shook. She could picture his tear stained face. The look of pain it had. It was times like this that he would make a most formidable enemy.

She sat up silently and moved so she was sitting behind him, she took his hands away from the sides of his face and still holding them she moved her right hand to his left hip and her left hand to his right hip, so he was held fast in her embrace. Moving her lips to his right ear she whispered,

"Don't cry…"

He half turned to look at her, his black outlined emerald eyes were pleading and wet. She kissed him on the cheek trying to convey every speck of love her heart had for him in one gesture.

He moved his face next to hers and slowly, smoothly turned his body so he could rest his face in the crook of her neck. She held him like that for what felt like and eternity. He couldn't sleep, and they both knew it although he badly wanted to drift off like this.

"I'm so tired…" he whispered.

She knew he didn't only mean physically, but also he wanted a break from consciousness, a break from the turmoil of his existence. He wanted to be like he was now with the liberty of sleep.

"I know," she said with a stroke on his red hair for emphasis. He looked up at her again, the pleading look hadn't left his eyes.

She brought her face close to his and rested it on his so their cheeks were resting on each other. Neither of them said anything but that silence said it all.

She could see now in her minds eye what his face looked like; his eyes would be closed and his face was entirely peaceful unperturbed by any emotion. Knowing that to be possible for such an emotional person made her smile.

Her eyes were so heavy, they closed, but oh so slowly… her face slumped into his shoulder. He held her like that taking in every detail of her. How her black hair spread across her back and shoulders and spilled onto him, how it seemed to shine although there was virtually no light. The defiant shape of her nose and the long dark lashes that rested on her cheeks blending with their shadows, hiding beneath her sharp, tangy, bright, piercing green eyes that saw straight into his soul, past everything else, and saw who he really was. His eyes found her lips, the lower fuller than the upper, but both could pull into a cold hard line or pull back into a smile to reveal a set of beautiful teeth.

Looking it over he contemplated on how this face could make him feel safer than any amount of strength, how it brought peace into his soul when he looked at it.

He lay her down on the bed and pulled the covers around her.

End Chapter 1

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A/N: Yeah.. My first Fic.. (Omg don't hate me!) uh the first chapter kinda wrote itself two nights ago when I was lying in bed... So yeah... I dunno what to tell say, I thought out a plot line (go me I'm planning ahead for once!)