Cancer (Frerard)

Chapter 22

Gerards POV

I remember the last memory of us.

"I love you Gee"

"I love you more Frankie" I kissed his lips tenderly as his light behind his eyes dimmed slowly day by day.

Luckily for us, a local vicar who approved of same sex marrage came and wedded us yesterday. We both knew it was coming. It was a cheery thing in a dismal place filled with needles and darkness, darkness in men and not in sight. There was only Mikey and Jamia. We wanted so ething tiny, so small and secoretive because it was sweeter than lots and fair play, it was more cosy.

We both knew he was dying.

And I was right because that night, we lay together in his bed, looking at eachother with smiles because we were legally married and thats all we both wanted. Thats the night the stars fell from the sky and crashed into diamonds that were my tears.

Thats the night he died.

I remember our last hour, the hour of uncertainty but filled with love.

Flashback

"I'm joining the black parade Party Poison." Frank smiles a weak smile. He's lost so much weight, in so little time.

"No your not, your fine. We're married now, we're really married" I mutter in dispilife as I undo my red tie from the black all suit.

"We both know I'm dying Gee. I just want to let you know that I really love you okay? I really really really do. I love you with all my heart and I'll always will. I love you and I will always." I lean down and kiss his chapped lips softly, careful not to hurt him.

"Dont go dying on my now Frankie. I will always love you, I promised forever and I ment it." I kiss him again. Our heads touch as tears fall down my face and Franks. We both sob into eachother.

"I love you Gee" he mutters untill the heart monitor stops. I kiss him quickly as I scream in frustration. I know hes dead but I love him, I really love him.

"Ger, you gotta eat. Frank's funerals tomorrow and your a mess."

All I've done is write and draw in my new sketchbook, all of Frank of course.  Its been 2 weeks, I havent slept, eatten and barley drank. My cuttings got alot worse, I want to see my blood. I w

ant to feel the pain.

The pain. Oh the pain, its been horrific.  Ive screamed, cryed and yelled the house down. Taylors moved out to give me some 'space' but I think its because of the noice I've created.  Mikey doesnt know what to say or do, he just leaves me alone.

I want Frank back. I feel like someones ripped my soul out of me, I feel empty. I dont know how to feel anymore. My eyes are all cried out. My voice has vanished and my body is wrecked beyond belief. 

Ive wrote 2 songs in honer of Frank. One called cancer, the other named ghost of you. Thats when I see it.

A letter written by Frank