She looked out her window, staring at the full moon. He was out there some where, that much she knew. But she didn't know what he was doing. And it drove her crazy. She did this every time he was out in the night, worrying about him. He was spontaneous, and when he was with his friends he tended to do dangerous things.

She hated worrying about him.

He knew it was coming, he could sense it.

Damn, he was hoping she wouldn't ask. But she did. And when he couldn't tell her, she would not be happy. Damn. She would know if he lied, she always did.

"Where did you go last night?" she asked, looking him in the eye.

"Out with the boys…" That wasn't a lie, he had, in fact been out with the boys.

"I can't do it anymore."

He decided to play dumb. He knew what she couldn't do. She couldn't be with him. "Do what?"

"Worry about you. Every time you go out and don't tell me where or why…I don't sleep. I just keep imagining what dangerous things you're probably doing…and I think what if he gets himself killed? And I think what if I don't see him again. What if the last thing I ever say to him is 'You're an idiot'." She said, her eyes never leaving his.

"I promise that I won't get killed. But I can't tell you. Even if I could, you would probably worry more."

"That's a contradiction…why would I worry more if you weren't doing anything to get yourself killed?"

"Because to someone who doesn't get it, it might sound slightly really dangerous…"

"I'm tired." She did look tired, he realized. She would be better off without him to worry about.

"I know."

"I don't know if I can be with you, if you can't tell me. At least then I would know what to worry about. There is nothing that could be worse then the things I imagine."

"That's what you think. I wish I could tell you, I really do."

"So this is one of those secrets that is only between the four of you?"

"Yes." A simple one word response. That was all he could mange at the moment. He felt like breaking down.

"Ok, then I'm going upstairs. Bye…" She left, just like that. How could she just walk away? Maybe she didn't feel it like he did. He let her go. What else could he do?

A quiet young man had watched them, their whole interaction. It was his fault, and he wanted them to be ok, to be together. If his friend wouldn't tell her, then he sure as hell would. Tomorrow she would know everything…