The End.

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A small, content smile played upon Frank's lips, but this time, it would not shift ever again. He wouldn't ever have to feel any form of pain.

Gerard did not hear him collapse, as he wasn't even the least bit concerned about his boyfriend when he was out drinking with his buddies.

But when he stumbled through the door for what he later promised himself would be the last time, something seemed strange. Usually Frank would be waiting for him in the kitchen, or on the couch. "Frank?"

The look of confusion on Gerard's face was quite amusing, and Frank would've laughed if he could see it. But he would not see it. He would not see anything.

"Frankie, I - I want to get better. Where are you?" He was sure Frank wouldn't leave the house. Besides, his jacket and sneakers and glovelettes were still here, and it was very cold outside.

Frank didn't hear his name being called out, he didn't hear his phone ring multiple times. He didn't hear the screaming and crying when his boyfriend finally found him. He didn't feel Gerard trying to shake him awake, and he didn't feel his boyfriend's tears dripping onto him.

In fact, all he did was lay there on the floor, blood pouring down his wrists, an empty bottle of pills held in his limp hand. He would never be able to understand what his actions caused, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that he was dead, so he would never be able to understand anything.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion; the paramedics showing up, taking Frank away, but nothing they could do would bring him back. No matter how many times Gerard apologized, it would not change the fact that Frank had killed himself.

Every single word Frank had ever written, it all made sense now. It was true - all Frank needed was Gerard's love, but Gerard hadn't satisfied his needs. He'd only satisfied his own 'needs.'

It was over now, and this was a story that could never change. Some things simply cannot be reversed or fixed, and this was one of those things. And what was next, well, Gerard wasn't sure. But maybe Gerard would learn this time.

Maybe he could finish the story.

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