november 29th | 2008
dear frankie,
what about those bus rides we always have? I hated the smell, but you loved it because it reminded you of petrol stations and cigarettes.
i take the bus all the time now
where did you go, frankie?
love, gee
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teenagers ; frerard
Fanfiction"we'll make them pay for the things that they did!" or, where gerard sends frank letters just to make him stay a little longer in the world. { tw : suicide, depression, self harm }
