Frank's POV
I went to your concert 3 years after we stopped talking. I thought maybe seeing you would help me realize I didn't love you anymore or maybe it would make you miss me but in the middle of the crowd, I never felt more hopeless. It was a useless attempt to get your attention and I could've seen you but I knew it was too soon. You were with her and for once, you were happy. Happier than I ever made you and I guess I just wish that I would see you and you wouldn't be more alive than I ever made you. I guess that I just hoped that I made you as happy as you made me and I'm sorry I couldn't fix you.
You were commanding that stage and you were amazing. I watched you radiating life like I've never seen before. You were so alive and happy. I admired every second of your presence on stage and I savored the very sound of your angelic voice.
But eventually, your set was over and the lights faded and you walked off the stage. I left the screaming crowd behind and walked into an alley to have a smoke. The grey cloud hung in the air and disintegrated into nothingness. I heard a door open and shortly after, slam and I saw you stumble out. You fell down and I jogged over to you.
"Are you okay?" I asked, hoping you wouldn't recognize me right away.
"Frank?" You looked at me and started to cry.
"Nothing is okay. I thought I was okay when I started this tour but I'm not. I don't have you to slap away every opportunity I have to go back into my rut again. Frank, I need you and maybe you don't need me, but I love you. I love you so fucking much and I'm so fucking sorry," you cried.
"Gerard, I never stopped loving you, you know that, right? I just loved you so much that when you told me you didn't want to see me again, I trusted your judgement. I missed you so much," I choked out. You cry in my arms for a few minutes and then I lift you to your feet.
"Don't leave me, even if I tell you to, not ever," you asked of me. I kissed your tear-stained cheek.
"I won't, I promise."
