"Are you okay? You're... off this morning."
Gerard nodded in the general direction of Mikey, not making eye contact.
He'd given up at this point, just letting the wall around his mind grow thicker.
"Okay," said Mikey, sounding unconvinced.
Gerard went back to his room and lay on his side again, facing the wall.
He felt like he was a ghost, his body levitating above the covers, his brain devoid of anything of substance. He wondered how Frank was doing.
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I Drew You Once in Art Class
FanfictionPlease god i wrote this as a sad 14 year old who projected everything onto her characters. Keep your expectations LOWER THAN ZERO GUYS PLEASE
