In Death We Shall Cry For You

Where Did You Ever Belong, My Sweet?

"This isn't where I belong!" You scream into the ice like air; your breath visible are like the cracks upon the cold substance. They are the cracks in your life that you loathe, the life you want over.

"Nothing is left for me...." you sigh, a tear or two sliding down your face. All of your energy has been zapped away into nothing and your will, your once iron strong will, is no more.

You just want to die.

Standing on the edge of the beach's pier you glance down at your feet. This feels so right and perfect to you. Your boot clad left foot takes a half step forwards as the sea water crashes against the granite rock - and you slip and slide, crashing into the sea with a sickening splash.

You can only gurgle incoherent words until your body goes cold and your eyes slip closed unwillingly with Death's cold grip tight around your throat and heart, his bony fingers squeezing apart the organ that was once beating and had once kept you alive.

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"To friends and family of Michael James Way, he would be dearly missed," the priest says in his slow voice. No offence to Mikey here or anything but I wish his memorial service would hurry it up.

The next time I glance up at where the priest was, a slim boy stands there, fists clenched at his hips as the priest murmurs a few words to him before the priest leaves the boy to it.

"I knew Mikey through school mainly. We were both considered quiet kids so we were partnered up a lot. I did interrupt the class more than any jock ever could though. Mikey was.... he was reliable. He was always there no matter what," the boy looked down for a few seconds before looking back up again. I watched this all curiously. "A few days ago.... I was with Mikey. I thought something was up but he said it was because the thunderstorms had kept him up all night. I believed him as it had left me awake as well. But now.... I realise it was something else."

He took a deep breath. "Mikey shouldn't have gone through any of this. He was such an amazing person. He was going to go places. He.... he was golden," he shook his head. "But then this happened. And now I don't think I could ever do this again for someone like him."

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"Excuse me?" I tap the boy from the service on the shoulder. He turns around and frowns.

"Yeah?"

"I didn't get your name - from - from earlier?"

"Oh.... its Frank. Frank Iero."

"I'm Gerard -"

"Mikey's older brother, I know," Frank says. "Listen, I don't know if he ever said anything but Mikey.... he told me one day that you were special. Not in a bad way, just that you're someone that people need to treat with care."

"I guess.... Mikey always wanted the best for me I suppose."

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From there Frank and I grew closer. We looked out for each other, mainly him looking out for me, and it was the only thing we had since Mikey's passing.

"Gee?" Frank says after an hour of silence, just sitting next to each other on my bed.

"Hmm?" I look over at him.

Frank bites his lip before leaning in and brushing his lips over mine. It was barely a kiss, more like a feather gliding across my skin. But it was enough.

"I thought I could never.... never love someone like Mikey. I - I thought I was in love with him. But I never was. It was just the feelings of a friendship that had gotten to close." Frank whispers.

I nod slowly, I glance at his lips and he leans in again but this time the kiss is for far longer.

It is how we repair ourselves after the loss we went through. With newfound love.