(a/n) includes suicide.
franks pov
the rain was pouring, but i didnt have a sweater, or an umbrella.
just me, sitting on the broken pavement, were my husband, gerard and i, made memories.
this grave yard is were we first met. so many memories were made on this path i was sitting on.
walking along the dreaded pavement we used to share our deepest darkest secrets on. were we used to cry into each others arms and tell each other its okay.
everything was okay
was
tears brimmed my eye lids. why did you do it? i thought as i stared at his grave stone.
the rain hidden behind my eyelids soon poured down. so did the tears in the sky. they came crashing down on me.
maybe if i did it to, id be able to see him again, right?
a folded note to gerard in one hand and a gun in the other.
i place the note on his grave.
i couldnt help it anymore. i needed to see him again.
excitment filled me as i pointed the gun to my head, i layed next to his grave. we can sleep together again.
"see you soon gerard."
i pulled the trigger.
