i really wanted to talk to gerard about the photograph and the notebook, but i didn't know how to bring it up. i was scared that he would push me away. a part of me knew that it was most likely what he would do.
i lay on my back, upon my bed staring at the ceiling. i heard him crying out and i turned over in bed, trying my best to ignore it and get to sleep. he'll be okay.
the next morning i decided to confront him. "gerard?" i went outside to the garden when gerard was sitting on the lower wall, drawing. he looked up and smiled when he saw me, setting his sketchbook down. "yeah?" i walked over and sat down bedside him.
"i um, i found a photograph and uh, the black notebook." he froze. "gerard?" he turned and looked at me in the eye. "did you read it." i sighed. "i know i shouldn't have, i just opened a random page but i closed it when i saw that it was personal." he closed his eyes.
"nobody was ever meant to read it frank." i gulped nervously. "i'm so sorry really gerard. i have it here." i reached into my pocked and pulled out the little black book. i held it out for him and he gently took it as if he was unsure. "thanks." "do you, uh, mind if i ask you a question?" he looked up at me confused.
"okay." "who is the boy you're with in the photograph?"
i'm sorry that this is so short, i will update tomorrow i promise.
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Disenchanted | Frerard
Fanfiche 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...
