I felt estatic.
I saw My Frank.
He was out of bed
standing,
and in the kitchen,
he held out dead roses to me.
Something pretty and red
was now tainted and brown.
But I didn't care.
He was here.
I accepted them and embraced him,
"I love you, Frankie." I would breathe.
But he
He didn't say anything back.
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Wow look its the chapter that inspired this whole stupid story
we finally made it
-Jenna
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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 • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
