a deathwish//frerard [COMPLETED]

stay out of the light

[four]
And that is how the two met again.

Gerard stumbled towards Frank, being too drunk to see the 14 foot drop that had angry rocks like knives at the bottom. Obviously he was not in his right state of mind, and was not aware that the stranger wasn't much of a stranger.

Being drunk and on that particular cliff was dangerous. Gerard's vision wobbled as he stumbled towards what he thought was a person. However, having blurry vision, as well as it being night time, meant he could not clearly see the fine line that would end or preserve his life.

Frank had heard the shuffle in the rocks behind him and turned to see who had decided to disturb him. He stood up and dropped his cigarette off the cliff into the water below.

He walked towards the clearly drunk person and could hear little giggles popping out of their mouth. Drunk giggles. He knew about drunk giggles, they are the little laughs you make while convincing yourself that polluting your body is good for you and will make you happy. But it doesn't.

"Hello? Who are you?" Frank asked softly and as politely as he could.

Gerard's mind clicked, "we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight." The voice was the same. Gerard slightly sobered "Frank?"

Frank worked even harder to make out the face of the stranger. "Gerard?" Their two eyes glowed at eachother.

The moon reflected off their eyes and bought out the beautiful colours they both held.

Frank had asked questions such as "are you okay?" Or "what happened?" Or even "do you want me to take you home?"