One day, when I was thirteen, everything changed forever.
School was out for the summer, and I was bored out of my skull. Gerard was off trying to talk to Miles, though he still hadn't had any success. Miles was already six, so it looked like he wasn't going to be able to see or hear my ghost at all. Still, he kept trying.
Lily was at a friend's, Mom was at work, and Dad was off doing who knows what. (A/N: Probably reading Frerard fanfiction...) I had decided--since I didn't have anything better to do--to go through some family photo albums I had found in the living room.
I was laying on my bed, flipping through half-heartedly, not recognizing most of the people. The pictures were all older ones, from my parents' lives before they had kids.
One picture, however, made a cold chill go through me. It was a picture of my Dad at a concert, with someone I knew well.
It was Gerard.
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