(Gerard's pov)••••• 3 weeks later •••••••••••
He probably doesn't think I remember. How would I forget his birthday? His 18th birthday! I woke up way before everyone else and made pancakes. Well pancakes for everyone but Frank, he got vegetarian pancakes and bacon. Mikey and Ray woke up before Frankie. I didn't want to wake him up, so I let him sleep until 12.
When I get in the room Frankie is sitting on the bed, facing the window. I can't tell what he is doing, but as I get closer I realize that he is crying, and that he has my journal in his hands. "Frankie, where'd you get that?" I ask him sounding just a little bit mad. "Why didn't you tell me?" He says not turning around to face me. I knew exactly what he was talking about. "Why didn't you tell me Gerard?!" He asks a little but louder. "I couldn't..." I say trailing off into nothing. "I thought we could be open to each other? I thought we could tell each other everything?! What happened to that Gerard?! What the fuck happened and why didn't you tell me!? I can help you! You don't have to go through this alone! I love you Gerard, and showing me your weaknesses won't make me love you any less! I will never stop loving you.. and ...." he breaks off and starts crying and falls onto the floor. "I'm sorry! I thought I could fight this battle by myself. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my depression. And about taking pills to get high, when I'm feeling down. Mikey helps me. Ever since you came into my life, I haven't been depressed. You are like my angle from heaven. My sweet little Beautiful angle, that I love with all my heart. I love you Frankie! I love you so much! And I don't care who knows! Fuck it, I want the whole world to know that I'm in love with you!" I say and curl up in his arms on the floor. "Happy Birthday my sweet angle" I say with my face buried in his chest. I don't know how long we stay like this, but it feels like forever.
