I was listening to 'Where Do I Even Start' with one skeleton glove on and I like, 'I haz an idea'
So here we go!
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You and Frank have been together for about a few months. Once a blossoming crush, it became one of the longest relationships you've ever been in.
Whenever you cried, you sobbed in his arm as he hugged you. He always seemed to hold you with his fingerless skeleton glove, a gift given by one of his friends.
You sobbed and sobbed when one of your 'friends' embarrassed you as you walked behind your arch nemesis, crying into one of your other friend's arms, then Frank's.
One day, he left a note and a skeleton glove underneath.
I'm sorry I had to leave.
xofrnk.
You curled up in a ball, the skeleton glove on your hand that you always used to hold his hand.
