We'll Meet Again (Frerard)

Famous Last Words

Chapter Three:

Famous Last Words

Today's the day. I sighed and prepared my last cup of coffee. I'm really going to miss this stuff when I'm gone. It was about seven in the morning; it had rained last night and now the first few rays of sun are shining through dew drops. Mikey won't be up for a few hours, and I'm not sure if I'll leave before then.

I should say bye to him. "Hey Mikes, I'm going out. Don't wait up for me. I love you, bye." It could be that easy, but I know it would actually be so much harder.

Maybe I shouldn't say bye and just leave as soon as my coffee is gone. I couldn't do that. It'd crush Mikey to know I left without a care to at least say good bye, beside this whole event that's going to crush him anyways.

I put away my coffee mug and pulled the letter out of the suit pocket. It had wrinkled a little at the corners from being in my pocket all morning- I have been up since about three, and I can feel the bags under my eyes. I set the letter on top of the coffee pot, and then turned to the two rings sitting in the island counter.

I sucked in my breath. One of those rings will never be worn by the right guy- by Frank. It's best not to think about it, actually. I put on my ring, then Frank's, and grabbed my keys off the counter.

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My car still held the smell of Frank's cigarettes, but mostly my own. I lit one and drove down to the old State Park Bridge. Too many people would see me if I jumped off the new one a few blocks over. The old bridge had collapsed halfway through, and the park around it was more like a forest. The other one is more popular because it's been built better and the park is actually a park. It even has a small fountain and a little pond where old ladies feed ducks and kids scare them off. I chuckled.

I had known Frank for about five months and we decided to meet at the new State Park Bridge. Neither of us had seen it yet, and we decided just to go together.

He squealed when he saw the fountain, "Oh! Gerard, do you have a penny? Can I have it?"

I laughed at how cute he was. "Sure," I got a penny out of my pocket, which had a few coins left in it from coffee change that morning, "Here you go."

He smiled and stood with his back facing the fountain. Curious as to why he had his eyes closed and his hands clasped over the penny, I inched closer.

"Frank, what are you doing?"

"Gee, shh. I'm almost done."

That's the first time he had called me Gee.

I got out of my car and walked up onto the bridge. It was very late by the time I had gotten here, eight PM or so, but I still dreaming about that day.

He flung the penny backwards into the fountain and turned to see where it was going to land.

I walked up and stood next to him. He was so awestruck at the fountain he didn't even realize I was there, or so I thought.

"Gerard, do you think my wish will come true?" He whispered.

"Your wish?"

"Yeah."

"I suppose if you really believe it will. What did you wish for?"

"Oh, Gee. I can't tell you that. It's the first rule of wishes." He turned to me and pointed, "But, I can buy us some ice cream from that cart over there!"

"Haha, alright."

Together we walked over to the cart and paid. I was afraid of how we got along so quickly. How similar we were. How much I thought I was already falling for him. He didn't know I liked guys yet, and kissing him after that cute little act with the fountain would be a shock. I wasn't going to risk my first good friendship in years for some petty butterflies in my stomach.

How wrong I had been, though.

Frank confessed he was gay one night after we had known each other for about a year, and had looked so ashamed of himself. I had then proceeded to tell him I was gay as well, and we can go to Hell together.

When I told him that, his head shot up and he looked me straight in the eyes. It was almost as relief had flooded through his body.

What had happened next, I wasn't expecting.

Frank had launched forward and pressed his lips to mine. Although they were always chapped looking, they were actually the softest lips I've ever kissed. At first he was tense because of fear, so I put my arm around him to let him know I liked him too. He pulled his face away from mine, and rested his forehead on mine.

"You know, my wish from the fountain just came true. I've been wanting to do that since I saw you sitting at that coffee shop. The pout you had on your face is irresistible."

"Oh, Frankie. I never even imagined in my wildest dreams I'd get someone so amazing to myself."

I stepped over a few pieces of broken rubble, and sat down on the ledge of the bridge. It was definitely higher than it looked- probably four stories or possibly even higher. The water below was rushing past me quickly. I gulped, I hope I die before I can drown. That'd be miserable.

I pulled out a bottle of sleeping pills. I definitely did not want to be awake if I had to drown. I know I could just over dose originally, but jumping off a bridge into the dark waters to see my love once more seems tragically romantic- just like this day.

I took one, felt normal.

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I took two, my eyes were heavy.

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I took three, my head was crazy.

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I took four, my body was numb.

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I took five, my body was stone.

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I took six, the world was gone.

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I took them all, and prepared to jump.

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I lugged myself over to the ledge, and made myself stand properly one last time. The world around me was dark, darker than normal night. I thought I saw the last working streetlight glint off of something, but I didn't care. This was the end, no matter who was here.

"For Frank," I whispered, clutching my left hand to my chest.

I took a step forward closed my eyes. Sleep or death or passing out from over dose must have caught up with me before I hit the water, because I never felt the cool abyss caressing my skin. Nothing burned my lungs. Nothing choked my life away.

But the question is,

Am I Asleep or Dead?

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