the persistence of memory ♤ frerard

night//eighteen

"Who's your little brother, Gerard?" I asked him as we sat on the curb, rain sprinkling the land beneath it, the beasts were sad once again. "Who's your family?" Gerard looked at me, confusion evident on his moonlit features.

"My brother is the sun, he always was brighter than me, I was a lot more down to earth, a lot colder. It wasn't my choice, but I would've chosen the moon over the sun," Gerard explained. I nodded slowly. "My mother was darkness and my grandma was the moon before I was."

"Were you ever human?" I finally asked, after many minutes of debating. I felt him tense up, but ultimately he nodded, assuring me that he had once been human. 

"That's where I got my name," he explained slowly. "But the moon took an interest in me and the sun took an interest in my brother, so they took us. This is just my human form, which I don't take often. But you made-" he quickly shut his mouth, shaking his head a bit. "The moon wanted me to come to you. She felt bad for you. But you. . . I didn't expect you and I to be so intimate." I nodded a bit.

"Well, I'm glad you're here now," I told him, kissing his cheek lightly. He grinned and returned the kiss, placing one on my cheek. 

"What about you? What was your life before me?" He asked, his lips still resting on my cheek lightly.

"It wasn't worth living. Work, sleep, eat, hate, repeat. Before you, I hated everything, I believed in things I could see and feel, and now I believe in everything," I breathed out, regretfully, almost. "I regret not being like this before you."

"Don't regret anything, what good does it do? Same with hate, it doesn't do any good. Hate and regret are useless emotions," Gerard told me, furrowing how eyebrows together.

"How can we feel love if we never feel hate? How can we look back on a memory and want to live it again without regretting others?" I told him.

"Don't get all smart on me, Frank," Gerard teased, poking my side in a playful manner.

"But you do it to me every night!" I exclaimed, sticking my tongue out at him. He poked my tongue and we both cracked up, laughing into the night, amusing the beings above us.

"But how can I be smart if you are too?"

"You're smarter, that's for sure," I assured him, leaning into his side.

"Alright," He said with a sigh.

And he held me until the sun peaked above the horizon, when he had to hurry to go, because he couldn't leave the night behind. He was part of the night, nothing could change that.