Fallen

A New Life

Frank's P.O.V

I was pleasantly awoken by the sound of plates being moved, and the coffee maker brewing.

I assumed Gerard must have been preparing breakfast.

The morning light washed over me through the big living room window, blinding me as I opened my eyes. I realized I must have fallen asleep on the couch.

I felt a stupid fluttery feeling in my chest upon remembering falling asleep with Gerard.

As much as I tried to deny the sensation inside of me and push aside the soppy thoughts, I couldn't get past the truth.

I had just a small crush on Gerard.

Just a little.

I don’t know what it was about him that I was attracted to, but I couldn’t seem to get over it.

Maybe it was the way he smiled.

Or the hypnotizing color of his eyes.

Or maybe it was simply because he was one of very few people that seemed to show any interest in me.

‘God, I sound so stupid’ I thought to myself.

I feel like a teenage girl falling head over heels for some stupid pretty boy.

“Hey.” An unforgettable voice said from behind me.

I sat up on the couch as Gerard walked over to me from the kitchen.

“I made some breakfast ,if you..uh.. want some, I guess.” Gerard said, awkwardly bringing his gaze to mine.

His green-ish hazel eyes seemed to glow with a feeling of acceptance, and they also looked as if they, deep down, held a sense of fragility.

Wait, why was I falling in love with some strange man’s eyes?!

Talk about pathetic.

I suddenly realized I must have been staring into his eyes for a little too long now.

“Oh, yeah, breakfast sounds great, thanks.” I replied.

Getting up from the couch, I followed Gerard through the disorganized kitchen, and into the hallway.

There were little framed sketches on either side of the narrow hallway walls. I studied them for a moment. They were quite fascinating and delicately drawn. A few of them were portraits of people, but most of them were highly-detailed landscapes of all kinds of different places.

A field, a rainy day by the ocean, a crow perching in a tree, and a forest blanketed in white snow.

Every detail was intricately drawn.

The sketches looked as if the artist had taken hours to create them.

“Frank.” Gerard said, snapping me from my observation. I turned around to face him. He stood in front of a wooden door at the end of the hallway. I watched as he gripped the door handle and swung it open, walking inside the room.

I followed him inside and paused in shock.

“Wow.” I whispered.

The room was breathtaking.

Just like the hallway, there was art on nearly every inch of the walls.

Paintings, sketches, and poems written on old paper.

Gerard sat down at an old-looking wooden table on the other side of the small room.

Two plates of food were placed on either side of the table.