It was another late night spent in Tom's room listening to music, talking, and doing a bunch of work stuff. It was always easy to go over and hang out there.

After some time, though, the chatter died down into a painfully drawn out silence.

He was quietly working on writing lyrics down in his notebook, scrawling the words into the paper as they came and then pausing, only stopping now and then when he drew a blank.

The silence was deafening, but it screamed with the tensions that were ripping you apart from the inside out. Unfortunately, you just had to endure it.

Because all you two could ever be was just friends.