The Ghost Of You [frerard short story]

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Frank wasn't okay with this.

Mikey wasn't okay with this.

Ray wasn't okay with this.

But I'm not okay with being unable to wake beside my loved one.

My Frankie.

Nonetheless, Frank said that if I were to die, he'd want to be beside me.

So did Mikey.

We were in an open field, surrounded by roses and such.

I walked to the Oak tree.

Frank and Mikey are waiting beside the tree for my arrival.

I'm beside the Oak tree.

The same Oak tree that Frank hung himself on.

The same Oak tree that I'm going to hang myself on.

The same Oak tree that Mikey will join us within a couple of years.

The Oak tree is black, completely black.

No leaves whatsoever.

Whoever decides to hang themselves with this tree joins the Black Parade.

I use the same stool that Frank did.

I use the same rope that Frank did.

I see the last thing that Frank did before he became a ghost.

The sun pulling itself over the horizon.
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