forgotten - frerard [✔️]

six

it was saturday at the way household and gerard couldn't help but take notice of the lonely mailman that was headed for his residence.his breath hitched in his throat and he let out a cough.lindsey's car was pulling up into the drive way and the mailman was close to their mailbox and it was safe to say that gerard way fucking flew down the flight of stairs.

"mornin',"the mailman gawked at gerard curiously because this man was barefoot on the snow in the midst of december just so he could pick up some damn mail.nobody would go to that extent for fucking mail.the mailman handed him the envelopes and gerard sighed in frustration at the sight.

"did we get anything?"lindsey's voice snapped gerard from his trance.

he squirmed and scratched the back of his neck,hurriedly helping his wife with the two bags of groceries she was carrying,"just,ah,some junk mail.a free trail for fuckin' jenny craig or somethin'."

"ok,"lindsey have him one of the bags with a skeptical look,"then how come you're barefoot and with no gloves on in the middle of jersey december?"

he laughed goofily and put the apparent junk mail in his jumper
pocket,"thought it would be something about my game informer mags."

"alright,gee."she laughed as she entered the heat of their home.he hurriedly put his boots and gloves on,his fingertips immediately heating up as the soft cotton covered them.he took the bag of groceries into the kitchen and then headed upstairs and into his office like study where he often wrote his songs or drew for his comic-book.

gerard way was one sneaky motherfucker and people would think that this guy wouldn't have a thing to hide from his wife,but he did.he turned the key in the lock of one of his desk drawers and pulled it open,dropping all three of the envelopes of 'junk mail' into it.

he stared at the tattered looking envelopes with the messy handwriting he once loved.his eyes closed in thought and he knew that throwing these letters in there was wrong,but then again,he wasn't lying when he said that it was all just junk mail.

gerard sighed as he wondered what all those letters had to say to him.each and every one of them being sent to him by the friend he was ignoring but everyone told him to acknowledge,and what did he do? throw all those unread,poured out fucking feelings into a dark drawer where no one could reach.

at least that's what gerard thought.

he then locked the drawer shut and placed the key inside a cup full of pens and drawing pencils,getting up only to find lindsey climbing up the stairs with a smile,"what should I make for dinner tonight?"

gerard grinned at her as he walked towards her,placing a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear,"let's just eat out somewhere tonight."

"ok.ok,yea,sure.but hey,did you text frank?"

gerard nodded,"yea,i did.i visited him but he wasn't there so.it's ok,i'll just give him a call later or somethin'.let's go get ready?"

lindsey squealed and gave her husband a quick kiss on the cheek and a hug,"sure."