Letters To Gerard. [Frerard]

The Twelfth Letter.

This one's gonna be short.

I don't know what to do anymore.

You might not be pushing me away, but you're not making much of an effort to keep me, either.

I didn't see you last night.

Where were you?

You were out today, too.

I'm worried.

I don't know what to do.

The anxiety is eating at me.

From the inside.

Gerard, please.

Please be okay.

Please come home.

You won't read this until you are home - if at all - but please.

I need you.

I'm scared.

My stomach is twisting and my heart doesn't know how far to beat. I tried calling you but I'm not getting through.

Gerard. Please.

I'll do anything.

I don't like being home alone.

You know this.

Please.

Please...

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