Letters To Gerard. [Frerard]

The Seventeenth Letter.

One...two...three...four...five...

Frankie's slowly losing his mind.

Six...seven...eight...nine...ten...

When will he let go again?

Eleven...twelve...thirteen...fourteen...fifteen...

Gerard doesn't listen; Gerard doesn't care.

Sixteen...seventeen...

Here we are. Seventeen.

But of course, high and mighty Gerard doesn't give a shit. Of course he wouldn't. He has better things to do than worry about little Frankie, his piece-of-shit boyfriend.

I've hidden all the alcohol, Gerard. And you will never find it. You know why?

Because once you realise it's missing, it'll be long gone.

You can't get something once it's been consumed, can you?

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