Bullet Proof Heart

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Vanya's P.O.V

(3 weeks later.)

Gerard and I are walking hand in hand again. The hallways are filled with people, the only difference is that no one tries to trip Gerard.

He's gotten better about his depression. He leans down and kisses me and I kiss him back. Except something is eating me alive. Frank.

"Gerard...I need to talk to you."

"About what?"

"Erm...Frank kissed me an-"

"WHAT?!"

"Gee it was-"

Gerard stopped listenening and stormed off, I hurried after him. He marched into the parking lot and towards Frank who was leaning

casually into his car.

"Hey Gerard!"

"Don't hey me Frank!"

"What are you talk-"

"You kissed my girlfriend!"

Frank looks over at me and frowns slightly.

"I'm sorry Gera-"

"Shut up! I swear, if you ever come near me or my girlfriend ever again I will kill you."

And with that he marches off dragging me behind him. I look back, seeing Frank look heartbroken. Almost mad even. I turn away.

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Franks P.O.V

She told him...that it was me...she kissed me back. I drive quickly to my house. I didn't care that I was ditching school, no one would even notice that I was gone. I hop out if my car and storm inside. Anger boiling through every vein in my body. Cutting wouldn't help this time. I grab a pen and paper. 4 notes to write. I start: Dear Vanya...

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Vanya's P.O.V

"Gerard! Listen to me!"

"No, what's done is done."

"I kissed him back."

"What?"

"If you listened I would've told you that I kissed him back!"

"Why?!"

"I don't know, I used to like him, and I missed the feeling and...I don't know." I break down. Gerard watches me in silence before

sighing.

"I know I left you...it's not all your fault...just don't go kissig other guys again."

"I swear on my life I won't!"

"Well now I need to apologize..."

"I'll go with you."

Gerard starts his own car and we drive to Franks house. I can't shake the feeling that something is going to happen. Something big.

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Franks P.O.V

The gun feels cold and heavy in my hands. I sit on my porch thinking. Thinking about all different things. A silver Volvo roll up to my

house. The notes are at my side. Gerard and Vanya step out and Gerard's head is hung.

"If you came here to yell at me again-"

"no Frank, I was wrong."

"it's too late."

Vanya was looking at me carefully, "Frank...what's in your hand?"

"oh this?" I ask holding the gun to my head.

"Put it down." She begs.

"hahaha. It's too late. I love you and you broke my heart."

"Frank I'm sorry, please, just think."

I felt the stack of notes lean into me.

"no...I'm done." And with that I raised the gun to my mouth and pulled the trigger.