I told Frank
That I would hang out with friends.
I said goodbye,
And that I love him.
I was meeting
Pete and Patrick
(the unstoppable pair!!!!!!)
Patrick asked
If I wanted to meet at that bar again
like
every
fucking
time
but I
I said we should go out to eat
for once.
I hoped
and wished
and prayed to God
that he would agree,
and he did.
That made me ecstatic.
No more
painful
cringe worthy
memories.
I was really looking forward to this.
--
"I'm really worried about Frank," I told them,
"he's not like himself anymore."
"What happened?" Pat asked,
and Pete just indulged
in a roll.
But he was still
attentively
listening.
I looked down.
I knew what was wrong.
they wouldn't get it, but...
I think he was gone.
"He's basically living in our bedroom. He never comes out, and he barely ever talks to me.
I... honestly don't know what to do. I don't know what's wrong."
Pete put down his roll,
"Well, whatever happened, give himself time to heal alone, since talking to him isn't working."
"I agree with Pete." Pat replied, and smiled, "I think he's gonna be okay. When he feels better, you could ask what happened."
I smiled,
"thanks guys."
coincidentally,
a waitress came with our food after that.
And I continued to think about
what Pete had said
even until nighttime arrived.
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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 • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
