Take Care

The Office

In my opinion, the very best way to be woken up in the morning is by a kiss from the one you love most. Sunlight streamed gently through parted blinds. My eyes fluttered open at the touch of his lips against mine.

"Good morning, beautiful." He smiled. I yawned loudly, stretching my arms high above my head. "You have work today?" I wondered, noticing he was Already dressed. Ditching the still sopping wet blue one for a salmon pink suit instead. "Just one meeting after a lunch date with an old friend. I'll be back for dinner, I promise." He smiled sadly, brushing his hand across my forehead. "At least let me make you breakfast." I offered, sitting up in bed and let the covers fall off my shoulders. He laughed and pointed at the digital clock on the bedisde table. I looked over and was shocked to see that it was almost noon. "I didn't know I was so tired." I shrugged. "Thanks for the offer, Frankie but I've got to get going. My mom picked up Bandit an hour ago, they're having a girls day or something." He told me, giving me a final peck on the cheek and picking up his briefcase. He walked out the door without another word.

I glanced out the window for a moment and thought I'd caught a glimpse of a rainbow. Unfortunately it Disappeared before I could get a closer look.

I paced around the living room, sort of anxiously. I wasn't sure why I was so nervous, all things considered life was pretty stress free at the moment. That is, besides the constant worry for Gerard, but that was a give in.

He had a lot of love and a big brain. He could light up a room just by smiling. Some couldn't see it, they just couldn't understand that glory that was Gerard Way. However, no one can deny how smart he was. Sure, he was not any rockst scientist but he could pour his heart out into songs and make listeners feel his emotions.

The only problem was that sometimes, he thought too much and he'd over analyze. He'd create this black hole for himself and get sucked in. I had to watch him stumble circles Around the brink until one day he tripped and fell in. He fell for years, endlessly. Nowhere to land and nothing to hold onto. Fortunately, I threw a rope, or rather a microphone cord down for him to grab hold of. Soon enough, he was crawling back up and into the sunlight. He was Gerard again but something, just a tiny shred of him will always be aprat of that black hole. If that small shard begins to grow and eat him alive, I'm not sure that I could pull him out again.

Even though the probability is small that he'll fall back in, I still have that bit of fear in the back of my mind. From time to time, when he's out late, it keeps me up at night.

I look out the window, seeing the sun shine on the neatly trimmed lawn. The pavement of the street and every driveway in the neighborhood was smooth and black. Each house had few differences in appearance Besides an extra bush or an artsy family who painted their shutters red instead of baby blue. We lived in a very generic, movie-like complex. It didn't fit our lifestyle, our personalities, our relationship and especially not our career paths. From the outside of our home, a passerby might even think we were normal.

A laughed to myself, trying to imagine a stereotypical office dad, driving pass our house. In his fancy little sports car, that the boss gave him a Christmas bonus for and he sees my beat up Chevy. He thinks nothing of it, assuming the residents were normal. He doesn't know. That's the thing though, he never will and he doesn't have to.

Stopping myself mid pace, I think to myself. You need to stop, Frank. Your going to drive yourself insane if all you do is sit around and wait for your husband to come home. You need to Live your life, finish writing those songs today.

I grab my deteriorating notebook and a pen stuffed between the couch cushions. Bandit has a thing with hiding things, I'll never understand it. I  take a seat on a chair by the fireplace but after a moment and no more lyrics had been produced, I decided to find a better place.

Hey, why don't I work in the study? After all, Gerard's not home and I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I thought to myself and without any further internal debate, I quietly stepped through the door to his private office.

The room was warm and bright. Since the window was facing the west, Gerard always got a view of the sunset. Every bit of this room just screamed his name.  From the marvel cover he got for the desk chair to the framed drawings of his characters from the Umbrella Academy.

When you think of an office, usually Chair would he facing the door. Gerard wanted to see outside whenever he looked up, so he has his back to the door.

I took a seat at his big swivel chair, and clicked my pen. Before I could write anything I found myself gazing out the large picture window. "This is his view everyday." I said to myself. The window looked out at a small lake with big elm trees surrounding the perimeter. Every now and then, you might catch a swan bobbing along the water, and in the spring she would have a few ducklings with her.

I wasn't sure how he came up with the stuff he does in a place like this. It seeks to work well enough for him though, so why shouldn't it work for me?