forgotten - frerard [✔️]

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he had already called three times.no answer.he sighed and scratched the back of his neck,tracing the scorpion tattoo he had on the side of his neck.he remembered when he got it and he remembered that gerard,his boyfriend at the time was there.he sighed once more and tried texting gerard,saying a short prayer before he did so.

@ 2:32 pm december 11th

🌸iero: hey gee,you ok?

oops! looks like  'gee🎈' has been off/disconnected for awhile.we'll deliver you're message when they connect again.

today was full of sighs of disappointment for poor frank iero.there was only one thing he could think of that could work.he ripped paper from a lyric notebook he had and grabbed a red pen.

december 11th,2016

gee,

i hope you're doing well for yourself.i'm doing ok, but why wont you answer my calls? or texts? are you busy? y'know you can always just tell me,gee and i won't mind.

i just wanna know how you're doing thats all.it's a bit mean of you to talk to other people that i know but you wont even consider picking up the phone when i call...

do these letters even get to you? who knows.i mean the adress is correctly written and everything.

just remember that i'm here for you whenever you want to speak to me.

- frankie

he folded the letter in four sections and got up to search for a envelope in his messy desk.frank found one successfully and placed the small letter into it,licking the adhesive for the letter to seal,shortly placing it in his satchel where all the other letters he had already written for gerard kept.he had even printed out the letters he had previously written for a just in case situation that the letters weren't getting to where they had to go.

he put his arms into a fisherman styled coat and tied his converse,grabbing the satchel and heading into the  cold december air of belleville.

he reached the corner and dumped all the letters he had written into it,hoping that they reached their destination this time around and hopefully he could receive one back.

his phone dinged in his pocket and he smiled,gerard had finally texted back.he fished out the phone from his pocket but only saw a instagram notification,ray had posted something.frank clicked on it and unlocked his phone,his heart wanting to escape his chest when he saw a video of gerard and ray making fun off mikey in a starbucks.

it began to drizzle and franks phone had raindrops on it and he didn't even realize it until the rain had picked up so he went home; only to stop midway and ripping a paper from a sketchbook and taking a black pen,setting the paper on his lap as he wrote in the rain.

the rain and frank's solemn tears had stained the paper and smudged the ink of the letter slightly.he put it in a tattered envelope,sealing it shut,writting the address and sticking the stamp on the corner a bit shakily thanks to his broken sobs.

december 11th,2016

i guess you're just busy with you're life at the moment.i'm sorry for bothering you.

-frank