Cancer (FRERARD)

I Hope You Had The Time Of Your Life

"Mikey! I'm serious!" I say, trying not to snap. I keep trying to get a straight answer about how I look. As soon as I asked my brother, he had burst out laughing. "I'm sorry Gee, I'm just laughing cause I don't know how think you couldn't look good. Seriously, Gerard." He says, catching my glare. I decide to believe him, if only for the fact that he rarely ever uses my real name. He quickly straightens my red tie, clearly visible against my black suit, and winks.

I hear the fanfare that traditionally signals the bride to walk down the isle. I take a deep breath, and glance at Mikey. He gives me a quick nod, and I let him lead me down the isle towards Frank. When we reach him, I have tears in my eyes as I take in his blue suit. Mikey gives me away, and I stand in front of my soon-to-be husband.

The priestess says the usual speech, but I can barely hear her. We go through our vows, promising to look after each other, and to love each other no matter what. "May nothing but death to you part," the priestess finishes. "You may kiss the groom."

Frank leans in and connects our lips. It's brief, as I need air, but it's the best kiss I've ever had. Everyone cheers and a smile is plastered on my lips. I hug Frank, so happy that we finally have forever together.

>>>>>>TIME SKIP<<<<<<

I lie in bed next to my new husband. Yesterday was so amazing, when we were finally united. I glance over at Frank. His eyes are closed and a soft smile is on his lips. His chest moves slightly with every breath, and his hair covers one eye. I stare at the most beautiful person in the world. I stare until I feel the sharpest pain, the worst kind of pain sear through my chest.

Hm. That was short. Some more? Y'know what, sure. Here you go!

*Mikey's POV*

I trembled as I stared at the black coffin lined with white. His red hair was so vibrant, his pale face making it even more so. He was dressed in the same outfit he wore to his wedding: red tie, black jacket and black dress pants. I quickly walked away, my head down and my shoulders slumped, all the while something in my head pulling me back.

The nurse had lied. Lindsey had lied. There was more to the test, they still had to test his fitness and mentality. But why would she lie about it? Why would she want him to... to die?

Eventually the tugging in my mind took over, and I ran out of the church sometime during the priest's speech. I ran out of the church, all the way back home, and collapsed on the floor crying, drenching my hands and face with tears.

It was a while before I looked up again. When I did, I noticed a piece if paper lying on the table. I picked it up. It read...

I'm sorry Ray, Mikey, but I just couldn't take it anymore. I loved every moment with Gee, every hour, every minute, every second. But knowing that the cancer was killing him... that it killed him... it killed me. But I always loved him, never doubt that.
I suppose now, you don't have to deal with a depressed fuck-up. Anyway, after I finish this, I'm heading to that pier near the park. I loved you guys, you were like a second family.
-xo Frnk

That would explain why he wasn't at the funeral. I ran out of the house, towards the park. I saw Ray kneeling at the start of the pier, his head in is hands. He looked over at me worth a sad expression. I ran over to him, and held him close. "You're too late, Mikes. He... I don't think he's ever coming home," Ray whispered as I kissed his forehead. I started crying for the second time that day.

Frank never came home.

So! Yes, a depressing ending. Did you like it? That's the end of Cancer! Gimme feedback & stuff.

ALSO!

I've finished writing a Peterick fic, I may upload it- of you guys want me to. I might not immediately though, cause a lot of stuff is happening in my life right now.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed, and I'll see you guys in the next story.
Happy sailing!
-Alphabet_Hatter