Your POV
I'm done, I'm just so done. I just can't anymore. Gerard has been distant lately. Every time I ask him, is he okay, what's wrong, how is he doing, he just shrugs off and walks away. Maybe, there was something wrong and he's not ready to tell me, so I gave him space.
But, it took too long. I don't know what's going on with Gerard anymore. He comes home late, drunk his ass off, has red lipstick all over his shirt. Do you know how much that hurts? It's like I'm getting stabbed over and over again.
I sighed and went up to me and Gerard's room. I look around and see pictures on the wall, pictures of me and Gerard, smiling.
There was one picture, it was my favourite one. Gerard had his arms wrapped around my waist, I had my arms wrapped around his neck, we were looking at each other, smiling, we were happy. Were. The background was the city lights, we were somewhere. Why can't me and Gerard be happy lile we used to.
I shook my head as a tear ran down my cheek, hearing Gerard's heavy footsteps, I wiped it away and went in the bathroom, washing my face.
I wasn't really pretty, I had (E/C), (H/C), and (H/L). I wasn't the definition of pretty. I was the definition of normal. As I washed off my face, I hear Gerard coming, I hear the bathroom door open and close.
Then, arms were wrapped around my waist, hugging me so close, I can hear his breathing. I smiled and turned to Gerard.
He looked handsome as always. But, something was off, really off. His hazel eyes that used to shine so bright but I don't see any sparkle. His cute warm smile that melts your heart but all I see is a fake smile.
What's wrong with him?
"Are you okay?" I asked concerned.
"Yeah,"
"What's wrong Gerard? You never talk to me anymore. Tell me what's wrong please." I begged.
"There's nothing wrong, I'm just tired."
"Tired from what?"
Gerard hesitated.
"From work obviously," he said not making eye contact with me.
"Work? WORK? Sure Gerard, you're tired from work! What work do you do huh? Fucking girls? Yeah, that's sooo your work." I snapped. There's something wrong with me. I get mad easily.
"Calm down (Y/N), I can explain."
"Explain? EXPLAIN? WHAT CAN YOU FUCKING EXPLAIN GERARD? GO AHEAD EXPLAIN! Explain why you've been coming home late, fucking drunk, red lipstick all over your shirt, hickeys on your fucking neck, and girl perfume on you. GO AHEAD EXPLAIN!" I screamed.
Gerard just stood there priceless. I looked at him, making eye contact but he wouldn't. He couldn't.
"I-I.." Gerard stammered. Exactly. He can't explain. He can't fucking explain.
"You know what Gerard? Fuck you. I'm leaving, goodbye." I said as I left and walked out the bathroom towards the exit.
"(Y/N) please don't leave me, I love you."
"Don't leave you? You love me? It sure as hell doesn't seem like it." I said and turned towards the door.
As I was making my way towards the door, I was stopped when Gerard wrapped his arms around my waist tightly like he was gonna die if he let go.
"Let me go Gerard," I said trying to hold back my tears.
"I can't (Y/N), I'm sorry, don't leave me please, please don't leave me, I love you so much please don't," Gerard pleaded sobbing. I'm trying so hard not to give in. Seeing him cry, hurts me, hearing him cry, hurts me.
Fuck it.
I took a deep breath, turned around and looked at Gerard. He was sobbing so bad, he was having hiccups.
I removed his arms around me and he cried even worse. He put his arms out like he was longing for me. It hurts seeing him like this. I gave in and hugged him tightly. I hushed him like a baby and he was slowly calming down.
"Please don't leave me, please don't leave me," Gerard said repeatedly as he hugged me tight.
"I won't leave you just please don't do it again," I said as a tear escaped my eye.
"I love you," Gerard said making eye contact, his eyes were red and also his nose.
"I love you too," I said as I kissed him passionately on the lips. Gerard kissed back.
~a few weeks later~
It's been weeks since the incident happened between me and Gerard. Me and Gerard are on good terms now.
We have been doing well, our relationship have been doing well. He asked me out for dates, talked about everything that has happened and settled down.
Our relationship is perfect. I love him and he loves me. Nothing can change that.
I smiled as I made my way to our apartment door and got my keys out unlocking mah door.
As I walked in, I said, "Gee, I'm home!" I didn't get a response.
Weird.
I walked towards our bedroom to hear weird noises. Wtf is Gerard watching. Is he watching Shrek again?
I opened the door to reveal a girl on the bed with Gerard. My eyes widened and I feel the tears building up my eyes. I put a hand over my mouth and ran.
I can hear Gerard screaming my name.
I ran and ran till I reached the park. I took my pills out with my shaking hand. I want everything to go away so bad. This will help me.
"(Y/N)! I can explain." Gerard said as he ran towards me. His eyes widened as soon as he saw the pills on my hand.
"(Y/N) don't!" Gerard screamed.
"Too late," I said as I shoved all the pills in my mouth and swallow.
I looked at Gerard as I was slowly fading away.
"(Y/N) I'm sorry please I love you,"
Bullshit.
"Stay with me (Y/N), stay with me."
The last thing I remember before going unconscious was me saying,
"But I don't want to."
