Pale//Frerard Au//

Everything Is Blue

Ghost - Halsey
Frank's POV
Five Seconds After
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But do you sleep anymore?

"It's all my f-fault." I fell to my knees, breaking down into tears. Its all my fault Gerard died and now he's here, which is unbelievable.

"No its not." He spoke softly, stepping closer to me. "It was fate"

It was fate. "Y-You're not r-real." I said through sobs "You're just part of my imagination. Oh god, I'm going crazy I-I"

I'm feeling.

Gerard's POV
5 Years
1,825 Days
2628000 minutes
1576800000 Seconds
Without him, 1,825 of feeling lonely, 26228000 minutes of feeling tormented, 1576800000 seconds of feeling guilty.

When I died I never thought you'd actually go somewhere? Funny right? Heaven isn't real, hell isn't real, God isn't real. Heaven is a rich town full of pretty things, hell is poor town full of misguided souls, the Creator was deceitful and vengeful, the "enemy" was beautiful and understanding.

Where did I fall in the spectrum? Neither. I went to "hell" first, but I got an offer to do some work for the Creator; to be an archangel that watches someone. My punishment, watching over Frank. It was a punishment because I deal with guilt, loneliness and longing. The gift is, I get to see him and watch over him. He just can't see me.

Today was always the most rough day for Frank. Everyday was a struggle for him, but today he struggled the most. Today marks the day I died. Frank blames himself the most this day, more then usaul. He's moved to phase two of destruction. Frank didn't harm himself as much as he used to, he still drank and smoke, a lot, but not as much as he used too.

You see, his destruction wasn't noticeable, it left scars for sure, ones you couldn't see. He blames himself and falls apart inside. He hid his anger behind a mask. Frank would fake smile or two but he never smiled. Frank was only happy when his sorry head is filled with dope.

Its awful that I don't stop him right? I know its destructive but that's when he is happy, I mean its not that bad, right?

I saw Frank stumbled drunkily to my grave. He pulled out a piece of paper and started writing. He thinks that I don't see his letters but I do. I kept one actually.

Dear Gerard,
I probably look like an idiot leaving this at your grave, thinking that you actually see this. I just wanted you to know that I love you. The crazy thing is, I never believed in love, now I do and I hate it. Love is vengeful, it rips you apart slowly. You keep begging for it to stop and it doesn't. It keeps going until you're dead inside. And honestly, I like the pain because I deserve every ounce of it. I wish I could see your face one last time, and tell you about how I feel, because you're the first person I've ever loved.
Frnk xoxo

After I read the letter from a while back, I saw Frank pull out a lighter. He started burning the note, I wish he didn't. I enjoy these things because it's the only thing thats keeping me truly sane.
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Frank woke up the next day, startled by one of the texts he received, he frantically got up and scurried to his apartment.

When he finally reached the home, it was 5:28 and the place was trashed. I saw Bert come up behind Frank. Bert looked angry, real angry. Probably over something unreasonable.

Bert had a beer bottle in his hand, which was soon thrown at the wall, Frank jumping and turning around in fear.

"Your finally home." Bert said, menacingly.