december 13th | 2008
dear frankie,
it's almost the holidays.
i heard you aren't getting out by february next year.
i need to see you, frankie. i wanna talk you about david bowie until your eyes practically fall out and you can't bare listening to me anymore. i wanna read sappy love stories to you. i wanna ride to the grocery store with you in the late hours of the night and buy reese's peanut butter cups and laugh as we eat them under a streetlight in my car.
when you get out, i'm gonna take you anywhere you want my baby boy.
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 }
