A month passed before Frank even began to settle into this reality. And the crushing part was that this was a reality he couldn't escape from. He had burned the photograph he'd used to get here. But none of the trauma, none of the confusion or heartache even began to compare to the overwhelming urge to bend time again, even though when he did raise his hand, nothing happened.
Just like when he looked into Gerard's eyes.
Nothing happened.
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Death Is Strange
FanfictionWhen student Gerard's boyfriend Bert goes missing, and a new kid named Frank shows up at the boarding school with time-rewinding abilities, Gerard learns to deal with his crippling depression and live a little as they search for Bert. In the end, ev...
