Frank's POV
I'm visiting Gerard's grave today. It's been a while. A few months. Me and Mikey continued to hook up and Ray still hasn't noticed. I continue to feel watched. We all do.
It's a warm spring day. Around 9:00 in the morning. I pull up to a house. It's a bit more rustic than how I remember. There is a beautiful oak tree with a branch leading right up to his bedroom window.
There was an impressive rose garden someone somehow managed. I look up at the rustic house. The second floor window by the tree was boarded shut. The sun beamed down on me as I walked to the back yard. There was a forest behind the house I somehow never noticed. On the edge of the trees was a grave with a small little fence. "Fag" was spray painted over the name "Gerard Arthur Way". I sat a white rose on the grave site and laid down next to it. I watched the trees blow in the wind for a while and thought back to simpler times.
I felt at peace. I felt okay for once. This only lasted a few minutes as I started feeling watched again. I was used to it by now so I continued to lay there. As I observed the sky I noticed rain clouds floating in. I didn't want to be caught in the rain so I decided it was time to go.
I stand up and start to walk away. I was not willing to take another look at his grave as I would loose my composure. I am stopped by an excessive amount of wind hitting me in the chest. I almost fall over but gather myself quickly. I start walking again but am quickly stopped once again by the sound of a lighter igniting. I spin around to have a man with dark hair looking back at me with dead eyes. In a black suit and red tie covered in blood. Pale skin and a lifeless face. He was lighting a cigarette. The sun started to quickly disappear behind the clouds and a cold wind overtook the warmth of the spring air.
In a cold, monotone voice the man said "So you and my brother now? Moving on to the next big thing within a few hours of me dying are we?"
I froze.
"I..-"
"You WHAT Iero? Please go ahead!Explain what you did". He sat on the tombstone that was supposed to be his.
"I...I'm sorry" I said with pain in my voice.
"Wow, Iero I forgive you! I'm sorry fixes everything that you did"
"Why did you leave"? I yelled
"Why did I leave? I fucking didn't! I was coming home to let you guys know that the invincible demon wasn't dead but NO! My brother and my lover are fucking on the couch"!
Tears were starting to fill my eyes as he stood up and started walking off. He stopped for a second and started walking back towards me. He was also clearly hurt. He was crying as well but he had almost no expression other than the pain in his eyes and the tears rolling down his face.
He kneels down beside his grave and picks up the rose. He starts walking off. I hear the sound of his lighter igniting again. He turns once again to look me in the eyes and holds the rose out in front of him. He brings his lighter to the petals and lights it on fire. I felt as if I was just stabbed in the throat as more tears start falling down my face. Gerard tosses the rose on the gravel covered ground and walks away. Disappearing as fast as he appeared.
There was a beautiful mistake that had happened. In order to find out you have to think back a bit.
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It's a warm spring day. Around 9:00 in the morning and Gerard is sleeping in his room on the second floor. There is a beautiful oak tree with a branch leading right up to his bedroom window.
Gerard wakes up to find Mikey sitting on the tree outside of his window. Looking at something. Gerard opens the door and is immediately hit with the warm spring breeze. He looks in the direction Mikey is looking in and sees something in his rose garden.
It's a boy. Brown hair, covered in tattoos, grey cardigan and a Misfits shirt. Maybe late teens early 20s. Around Gerard and Mikey's age. The boy picks a white rose and gets pricked on a thorn. He lets his blood flow onto the rose and admires it as some of the blood falls off of a petal.
The boy turns around to see Gerard and Mikey sitting on the tree looking at him. Gerard's face turns red just by looking at the boy. They make eye contact and all they can do is just stare at each other. The boy and Gerard finally snap out of it and the boy runs,dropping the rose.
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The moment of recognition between the two boys. Gerard Way and Frank Iero. It ended up killing them both in some way or another. There wasn't even a blaze of glory in a hail of bullets...
Now it's a cold spring day. 9:30 and it's pouring rain. A broken boy, a regret filled creature, and a symbol of Pain.
A symbol of fiction. Friction. Creation. Destruction. Opposition. Aggression. Ambition. Heart. Hate. Courage. Spite. Beauty. Desperation. LOVE. Fear. Glamour. Weakness. Hope.
Fatalism.
The symbol of a death of a love story.
The White Rose
