Frank hadn't left our room
Since that day,
He doesn't even pull off the blankets,
And he only leaves
To go to the bathroom.
I check on him sometimes.
It's always completely dark in there.
"I'm sorry." I say.
"I'm sorry, Frank."
I didn't even know what I did, but,
He's not talking.
He just keeps staring at a curtain.
"You should take a shower. Frankie, your hair needs to be washed."
No response.
Did I lose him?
Is he real?
Does he exist?
I sighed
To make it all stop
And reminded him that I loved him.
That would be enough.
I would eat dinner alone again
Tonight.
I prayed he would join me,
So I kept and extra plate out,
Just in case.
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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 • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
