f r a n k ;
i hadn't let go of gerard's hand ever since he sat down on my hospital bed.
it had only been half a year since i last saw him, yet that period of time felt like a century.
in the time gerard was gone, a lot had changed about him. his hair was no longer a firetruck red, but a natural raven colour that suited him just fine. although his skin had faded into a pale colour, and his eyes sunk back looking as though he hadn't slept in days, he managed to look so beautiful under the dimly lit light of my room.
i couldn't ever get tired of looking at him.
"i dropped this earlier on, but i want you to have it, frankie. your old one is at the brink of falling apart" gerard smiled, handing me a brand new electric guitar in a breathtaking matte black colour.
i wasn't going to let myself cry again. "thank you, gee. it's absolutely beautiful. i love it, and you"
"i love you more, don't you ever forget that" gerard smiled, dimples surrounding his wonderful grin. i let my lips land on his for what seemed like the millionth time today, and gee quickly obliged, running his long, lanky fingers up and down my spine.
"while you guys are playing tonsil hockey, dinner's being served downstairs, but i'm guessing you've already had enough to eat anyway" mikey snorted, dashing out the room as i rolled my eyes and pressed my lips against gerard's once more.
they were terrifyingly addicting.
"i heard they serve chicken schnitzel on weekends" he giggled, eagerly grabbing my hand as he led me down the corridor.
i had never been happier.
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teenagers ; frerard
Fanfic"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 }
