Frerard Fanfiction - Since I'm Horrible With Goodbyes

Chapter Four - Glowing Eyes

It had been four weeks since Gerard last went to a therapy session. He's had appointments, he just refused to go. However, he continued to go to the offices, going the same route he always went. Down the alleyway. He always looks for the beautiful short man that he saw, but he was never there, under all the blankets. Every other day, Gerard walked down that alleyway, and every other day he was disappointed at the outcome. Every time he was disappointed, instead of going to his session, he went to the music store, next to the office. This day, happened to be just as boring as every other day. The beautiful short man wasn't there and so Gerard went to the music shop and lost himself in the different albums. The rest of his day out continued like this. Doing things that meant he could avoid going home. Of course, eventually he would have to go and face the disappointment of those who had once had so much hope for him.

Gerard never gave up hope when looking for the beautiful short man, so on his tedious walk home, he went through the dark alleyway. Gerard had given up trying to not be lost in thought when walking down the alleyway. It was a useless task that only those who needed to grip on to their last bit of sanity did. So he didn't start playing music. Instead he walked, looking for the beautiful short man, whilst thinking. He thought about nothing in particular at first, but that nothing turned into everything in the blink of an eye. Cascades of different thoughts spiralled in his mind, as if they would never stop. Each one was neither better nor worse than the last, they passed too quickly for Gerard to judge them. Thoughts of death were replaced with thoughts of accomplishments, only to then be replaced with thoughts of destruction. Each thought span around his head and made him feel dizzy, as if they were taking up to much space and needed to be let out.

There was a sudden noise, taking the thoughts out of Gerard's head, as quickly as they had come. The noise had come from under Gerard, a small whimper. Looking down, Gerard saw where the noise had come from. There was a figure next to him, on the floor. The figure was simply a silhouette in the dark night, with glowing eyes. The eyes were electric green, but not in the recurrent way the phrase 'electric' was used. Gerard was an artist, and true artists knew the colours and the many different layers there were to them. To every shade there were ten more shades abaft it, and these eyes were the perfect kind of electric green for him. Striking yet soft. Not the electric shock that paralyzed you or crawled under your muscles, but the kind that made your blood dance. The electric green eyes that had been covered in hazel specks, had been the same that had first put the smile on Gerard's face, the same one that was on his face now. He jumped back, realising he had once again stepped on the beautiful small man's hand. A sudden burst of confidence ran through Gerard. He smiled, happy that the beautiful small man couldn't see how red his cheeks had become in the last twenty seconds.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" Gerard asked, crouching down as to try and get a better look at the man with the eyes that you could drown in.

"I'm fine" the man said, with the same croak in his voice as two weeks before. Perhaps it was his natural voice, or at least Gerard hoped so. "Thank you."

Gerard thought of a response, wanting to keep the conversation going. He had a better look at the man as he thought. Despite it being dark, he could make out a round face, like his own, that had been blessed with a small nose. He looked pale, even in the dark, but Gerard assumed it had to do with it being dark. His lips were thin and were covered in a simple black lip ring. Despite his beautiful eyes, that could make anybody's heart flutter, he looked to the side, even when talking. He had a hard stare that never left his hands, as he listened to Gerard breathe, waiting for him to speak.

"Are you sure, you seem cold" Gerard stated, as if it wasn't obvious. The beautiful man continued to stare at his hands. If he didn't know any better he would have agreed, saying he was cold, but he bit his tongue and continued to look at his hands, now looking confused. Why was this man talking to him? Why was this man so kind? Why was the he still letting this man get involved, at all?

"I'm not cold. I'll be fine." The beautiful man whispered.

"Please, I can help you. You can tell me what's wrong" Gerard whispered back.

He's lying the beautiful man's mind was screaming. He can't help, he wouldn't want to help you. "I'm fine, thank you"

"Would you like somewhere to stay" Gerard started, determined to help the beautiful man. "I'm guessing you don't have somewhere to go, I would like to help you." The beautiful man thought about the offer. It was so random, he didn't understand why someone he had just met would be so kind. He thought about what could happen if he said yes. Nothing seemed worse than staying in the cold. Nothing seemed worse that added another day to his hell.

"Yes please." The beautiful man whispered even softer than before. This time he met Gerard's eyes with his own, making Gerard feel sick to his stomach and better than he had ever felt all at the same time. As the beautiful man looked into Gerard's eyes, he started to feel as if agreeing was a mistake. Gerard's eyes were broken, shattered at the very pupil that held them. He was smiling, but he was destroyed. The beautiful man thought about why his eyes would be like that, and if he could see the same brokenness in his own eyes.

"Wonderful, my name is Gerard Way, I live about ten minutes away, so we can walk or I can go pick up a car if you don't feel like walking." Gerard continued to talk about where he lived and who he lived with and the sleeping arrangements that the beautiful man could have, but the beautiful man couldn't stop looking at Gerard's eyes. How could such a happy man, have such broken eyes?

"My name is Frank Iero" the beautiful man whispered, once Gerard had stopped talking. "I can walk."