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i awoke to the sounds of gerard screaming bloody murder.
"get away from me! get the fuck away from me! leave me alone! why don't you leave me alone?"
i threw myself out of bed and sprinted down the stairs almost falling over. i burst into the living room to find gerard shaking on the couch crying out.
i ran up to him, and pulled the blanket over his body. while doing this my hand accidentally touched his back and sent shivers up my spine. he was as cold as ice. he was muttering something i couldn't make out and his eyes were brimming with tears. "shhh you're okay gerard you're okay" i soothed.
i clung onto him, to try and stop him shaking. "it's okay it's not real, you're fine, i'm here." "i'm not okay" gerard mumbled. "shhhh gerard it's okay." he looked up at me and my heart shattered. "frank?" "shhhh" i whispered in his ear. "it's okay, i'm here."
after a while he stopped shaking and he began to warm up a bit. we sat on the couch in silence until he spoke up. "i'm sorry." "don't be." i whispered, and i wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. "i get nightmares sometimes." he said. "that's alright. i used to get them too." he looked up. "how did they stop?" "i locked them away in a box in my mind. haven't opened them since." he nodded and looked away again. i reached out to touch him, but realised what i was doing halfway though, and pulled it off as if i was stretching.
"i'm going to bed now, are you okay?" "i'm fine." i nodded and i stood up. he smirked. "what?" and that's when i realised that i was standing above him,
in just my boxers.
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Disenchanted | Frerard
Fanfictionhe turned to face me and asked, "why are you lying here with me?" i stopped to think, why was i lying on the ground with a total stranger? "i don't know, i guess i thought we both need comfort" the man grunted in response. "why are you here?" i aske...
