Blushing from embarrassment,
I shut the door from Frank.
I wanted to get away from him.
I lean against the wall,
Eavesdropping.
I didn't know if it was right or wrong.
But I didn't care.
I had to know if I could hear anything at all.
I heard a
Clunk,
And a
Melody.
Frank was
Playing
Playing
His guitar.
I know what this means.
This means he wanted to forget about me.
Why?
What about my existence bothered him?
Because I could play my music too.
I picked a cassette tape.
And played
Blue Jeans
By
(Little Miss Precious)
Lana Del Rey.
I knew Frank heard me.
I knew because
I had it up loud.
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
