Gerard P.O.V
Dearest Philippa Gaunt,
I miss you. And I'm sober as I write this. Don't worry, I'm not high either. Just a little stoned. Anyways, we made a music video that went on MTV. You probably didn't see it and that's alright. How's Marisa? Frank wants to know but is scared to call her. He's a wuss, is all.
Write back,
Gerard W.
Dearest Philippa Gaunt,
It's hard, staying clean so I just decided to quit. Not quit as in get clean. Quit as in I'm not gonna try to be clean. I'm gonna drink and get high and do whatever the hell I want. Gerard Way is a crazy man, a rock star. Not a role model. Frank still wants to know how Marisa is.
Write back,
Gerard W.
Dearest Philippa Gaunt,
Do you even read this? Cause I think the USPS is just sitting on its ass while my letters pile up. I would text you, darling, but you haven't given me a number. And I'd give you a number but what if a fan got a hold of the letter and then Boom! Crazy people call me. I see no point, continuing the letters but it gives me a reason not to bite the bullet.
Write back,
Gerard W.
Dearest Philippa Gaunt,
Are you even into me? This is my last letter. I might kill myself tomorrow. Doesn't matter. You don't even read these.
You scumbag,
GERRY WAY
YOU ARE READING
Letters from the Grave Stone
Fanfiction"I loved Gerard Way before anybody else did, including himself." Gerard Way fanfic so uh yeah.. read it.
