Teach Me How to Love Again (Sequel to Dirty Little Secret)

Chapter 68: We'll Get it Right This Time

*~(The title of this chapter is from Miracle by Paramore.)~*

*~I'm updating on Christmas because I have no life. Enjoy.~*

I walked for a super long time before I finally arrived at my destination. It had to have been at least three hours, but I didn't know for sure because I had lost count.

I entered the graveyard and knelt in front of my parents' graves.

"Mom, Dad, first of all I'm really sorry I never visit you," I sighed. "Second of all, I'm sorry I let you down again," I muttered. I whispered to my parents' graves for hours. I probably looked fucking insane, but I couldn't have cared less. They're the only people I wanted to talk to right now, even if they couldn't respond to me. I didn't even care that the dirt of the graveyard ground was probably staining my dress that was already covered in lemonade.

I continued talking to my parents and sobbing until I heard gentle footsteps behind me. I didn't really care until I felt a hand on my back as someone knelt next to me. I looked up and met eyes with Gerard.

"Just go away," I whimpered timidly. I was afraid he was still going to he angry and try to hurt me again like he did at the wedding.

"I'm not leaving until you talk to me," he protested.

"H-how did you find me here?" I asked between sobs.

"I drove all to your apartment and banged on the door until Frank answered. He wasn't going to answer at first, but he wanted me to go away, so he did. I asked him where you might be, because I figured he'd know you best. He told me he still hates me, but he saw how panicked I looked, and he loves you, so he listed all the places you could be. I told him about what you said about your parents during the fight, and he knew exactly where you'd be," Gerard explained.

"You probably think I'm crazy, spending hours here talking to inanimate objects," I cried, gesturing to the headstones.

"I don't think you're crazy at all. Sometimes it's really nice to talk to people who passed away. When I was a teenager, my grandmother passed away. I still talk to her all the time. Her passing is what started my alcoholism, so I talk to her when I'm trying to get better. I really hope she can hear me when I talk to her. It's the only thing keeping me somewhat sane. I miss her a lot."

I finally calmed down enough to be able to speak without sobbing in between my words. Gerard used his thumb to gently wipe the tears from my pale face.

"I wonder if your grandmother and my parents have conversations about us," I whispered. He smiled slightly at this.

"I bet they're all shaking their heads at the shitty stuff I've done to you, but I bet they're rooting for us," he said, which made me blush. Gerard wrapped an arm around my shoulders, then I rested my head on his shoulder, and we stayed like this for a while.

"Can we go home now? I'm sorry I left again," I murmured.

"Y-yeah, sure. But, there's something I wanna do first," he said, then he took a deep breath as if he was preparing himself for something. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Brooks. I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Gerard Way, and I'm your daughter's boy- um... ex-boyfriend. I just wanted to apologize for all the times I hurt your daughter. I know she promised you she wouldn't trust me again, but I hope you'll make an exception and let her do this. I'm going to get sober, and I'm going to start seeing a therapist so I can work on my anger problem. I love Skylar with all my heart, and I definitely don't want to mess this up again. I especially never want to hurt her again. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I want to spend my life with her. I'm sorry I never got to introduce myself properly to you, but you must be pretty great people, because you raised the most perfect girl I've ever met. So, I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me, because your daughter is the only thing in this world that matters to me. I love her more than anything."

I felt tears come to my eyes, but these weren't tears of sadness, these were tears of joy. I turned my head and pressed my lips against Gerard's, but this was different from that time we kissed on his couch. This one felt right. This one was amazing.

"That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard," I whispered after we pulled away. He wiped my tears again and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"It's all true. You are my world, and I really am going to get sober and start seeing a therapist for my anger. I promise you this," he said. "Also, this may be a bad time to ask this, but, w-will you be my girlfriend again?"

I smiled the widest I had smiled in months. "Of course I will," I said, and we kissed again. It was passionate and beautiful. Thankfully, the graveyard was empty, so nobody noticed us.

"Now let's go home, beautiful," Gerard suggested.

We left the graveyard hand-in-hand, and a strange feeling washed over me. It was a good feeling. I felt as if my parents really had heard us, and they had just forgiven Gerard. It was probably silly, but I chose to believe that that's exactly what happened.

I felt like all my problems just melted away, and I didn't have a care in the world. Gerard was all that mattered now. I couldn't have been happier at that moment. I had a feeling that this time was going to be our best.