The Ghost Of You

I never. . .

Said I'd lie and wait forever. . .

Frank lies there. Eyes closed. Motionless. The white blanket covers the lower part of his body, revealing his pale chest. Like he has become a part of the white beddread. His heartbeat, slow and weak creates a boring rhythm through the wires sticking on his chest, to the machine next to him.

Gerard sits there. Mind closed. Emotionless. His hazel eyes watched Frank's unconscious face, the motionless and pale body in the blanket. Frank's heartbeat creates a boring rhythm, echoing in his head like in a silent, hollow cave.

The old memories are flashing before Gerard's eyes.

Memories of him and the person lying there.

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That day back in New Jersey. A snowy day. Mikey had been excited. The kids from his new school made the house so noisy.

Gerard didn't pay any attention when Mikey introduced them to his brother. Until there was a smile and a voice that made him notice.

"Hi, I'm Frank. Frank Iero. Nice to meet ya,"

The boy in the black T-shirt had dark hair and big, round green-hazel eyes.

When thier hands touched, Gerard felt something strange inside his chest.

That day became fateful.

~.•°~.•°~.•°

And all the things that you never ever told me. . .

And all the smiles that are ever gonna. . .

Then, naturally, they started to have "first times".

The first times that Gerard would never forget.

The first times that would haunt his mind forever. . .

The first time their eyes met, not involuntarily.

Gerard had a glance at Mikey and his close friends were having fun in the livingroom, just to find Frank gazing at him from behind the music magazine he was pretending to read. Recognized that, Frank rapidly turned his sight to the papers in his hand, face blushed a bit.

He didn't know, Gerard's heart skipped a beat.

The first time they were alone together.

They walked alone the seaside, watching the beautiful sunrise. A little chasing and Gerard got caught. They both fell onto the sand laughing so hard. At a moment, Gerard caught a glimpse of the magnificent sunrise- right in Frank's eyes. He couldn't stop himself saying that to Frank, supposed he sounded really stupid. But then, Frank smiled. The smile was even more magnificent then the sunrise, sunset, or anything beautiful in this life. It can't be described, once he'd seen it.

For the first time, Gerard felt breathless.

The first time they shared a kiss.

The background was just like an romantic movie: a large, placid lake beside a flower garden and the forest. The moon shining bright in the middle of the dark sky, reflected by the lake's surface. Even though for a long while, Gerard and Frank said nothing. As if they didn't want to break the silence, it seemed to be awkward.

But when, again both Frank and Gerard, looked at eachother to say something, they knew nothing needed to be said. It was coming to them.

As their lips touched, Gerard felt like there were fireworks right inside of him. A sweet melody played in his head. Frank's lips and tongue felt better then anything he'd ever tasted. Chocolate, honey, coffee or cake. . . none of them could be compared with them. It was like they were melting in eachothers mouth, in the fascinating moonlight. It was like they could stay like that forever.