Letters To Gerard. [Frerard]

The Nineteenth Letter.

I've lost track of what day it is.

I must admit, I can see why you like getting drunk so much. It makes you forget everything.

Except not anymore.

It was okay the first time.

Now I can't forget, no matter what.

I don't understand. Is it me? I can leave if you want me to. Permanently.

Just tell me what to do. What I'm doing wrong. I can't do this anymore. I need you.

Please. I'll do anything.

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