The Ghost Of You [frerard short story]

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I look down at my pale hands.

I feel different.

Everything feels different.

I feel lighter.

I feel, almost transparent.

My bones through my skin are more prominent.

My throat feels closed up.

I look behind me to see my loved ones, Frank and Mikey.

Both with glossy eyes and a smile.

Mikey let's out a sob and falls to the ground.

I run toward him, embracing him in a tight hug.

"I'm happy now, Mikes. You'll be with me soon, baby brother. Remember me." I say, kissing him on the forehead.

"I fucking love you, Gerard. Frank, take care of my brother for your own sake." Mikey says, chuckling softly at the last part.

"Of course, Mikey." Frank says before helping Mikey off of the ground and hugging him, I do the same.

Mikey unhooks my limp body from the rope, I feel my throat loosen as I let out a breath that I was unaware I had held onto.

Mikey gives me a small wave before walking in the direction of his house.

Frank walks toward me and pulls me by the waist toward him, so I'm completely held against him.

It feels so much more real.

He kisses me the most passionately I've ever been kissed.

This time it doesn't feel see-through, nothing feels transparent.

I feel the heat, I feel his smile, I feel his lips move with mine, I feel everything.

And after a year,

I can feel Frank again.
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