Beautiful, adjective; pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically; synonyms: handsome, alluring, Gerard Way.
All he wanted to do was reach across the table and stroke his sad, emotionally scarred face. The light behind his eyes had gone out, he seemed less than he had used to, more faded. His hair was faded and curling into his eyes. He was still the same person, but he was changed.
He couldn't stand to see this man that had transformed and saved so many lives to sink down below the surface of happiness.
They packed up their leftovers and left the restaurant with a large tip. They drove back to Frank's house.
"Gerard?" Frank said in the car, finally having gathered the courage to say something.
"Hmm?"
"Have you been okay lately?" Gerard glanced over from the passenger seat.
"How lately?"
"Before we saw each other in the drugstore. What were those sleeping pills actually for, Gerard?" Gerard leaned back and sighed.
"Honestly, Frank, I was gonna go home, and I was gonna kill myself." Frank jumped at the confession. He hadn't expected him to answer so truthfully.
"Ger--"
"I'm not finished. If you hadn't been there to invite me over, I would be stone dead right now. My suicide note was already written. It was set out for when someone decided they'd come check on me." His eyes were filled with sadness, and Frank realized that they were filled with tears, too. "Frank, I know that 'Frerard' was for show, but honest to fucking God, I truly love you." Frank pulled the car over on the side of the road. He put his arms around the man in the seat beside him and watched his shoulder shaking, trying to suppress tears.
"Gerard?" he said quietly. "I love you too."
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Remember Me (Frerard)
Hayran KurguAn au in which not only has Gerard Way lost his band members, but his family, and his happiness. he's sunken into a cheerless daily ritual which can only be broken by death. or so he thought. (I do not own the cover art, so I'm giving full credit to...
