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Helena was back in the Black Parade. She saw Gerard and walked over to him. She was happy to see him. She tried to hug him, but he pushed her away. "Gerard? What's wrong?"

"You." She stepped back. "What?" He stared at her and said, rather coldly, "I don't love you anymore." He pushed her, and she fell back into the dark abyss that is her mind. Before she could hit the bottom and face death, though, she woke up, sweating. She grabbed her phone and looked at dank memes, laughed, then closed her eyes and opened them to see the Black Parade. She ran over to Gerard and hugged him from behind. He jumped at first, but when he realized it was Helena, he chuckled and said, "Hey, love." He turned around and hugged her back, noticing her wet cheeks. "What's wrong?"

"Nightmare."

"What happened?"

"I went to hug you, but you wouldn't let me. I asked what was wrong, and you said, 'You.' I asked what you meant by that, and you said that you didn't love me anymore. Then you shoved me into an abyss, but before I could hit the bottom, I woke up." He hugged her tightly and said, "Helena."

"Yeah?"

"Know that I will never stop loving you."

"Really?" She looked up at him. "Yeah." He leaned in, and she did the same. Their lips were so close, their noses touching. Oh, JUST ABOUT, JUST ABOUT-

The Black Parade and Gerard faded away before they could close the gap.

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(Ah fuck, they were about to snog! What a shame)-👽

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