like ghosts in the snow ; frerard

thirty-two

just a tiny filler ig

Frank was crying. He knew he was being overdramatic, but that didn't stop him from breaking down completely as all his bottled up emotions had finally become too much. Gerard admitting that he didn't need him- it broke him, everything he'd done, for nothing at all.

Maybe this was Frank's inevitable fate. Maybe Gerard hated him. Maybe Gerard was just overreacting. Maybe Frank was just the pathetic, whiny and moody teenager that people had told him he was.

He sat on his bed with his back against the wall, hugging his knees to his chest as he buried his face in them. Robert Smith's vocals filled the room, yet his gentle voice failed to calm down the teenage boy like they had always done. You see, Frank was very fond of The Cure, having grown up with their music. He didn't have much of a choice other than listening to them when his parents blasted their music loudly when he was a young boy. He'd eventually started to love them, practically begging his parents everyday to play their music- and they happily obliged.

He slowly raised his head, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the tears that had glazed over his eyes, threatening to spill over at any given moment. This only made his vision blurrier, but he knew that it would improve once he looked around a bit. He gazed at his record player, watching it intently as he listened to the music.

'I hear her voice start to run into the trees, into the trees.' The old machine emitted, making Frank smile sadly. After the short instrumental, he began muttering the lyrics under his breath absentmindedly. He knew most of their songs' lyrics by heart.

Music helped him. It really did.
Gerard was the only one he felt actually cared for him, but he obviously held some sort of grudge against Frank at the moment, so he couldn't go to him for help- especially since he was the main source of the problem. So he just turned to music. Musicians who don't know he exists. Does he care? No. Should he care? Still no.

He wanted to dedicate his life to music. He wanted to play in a big band.
He wanted to help people with his music.

Which, of course, would eventually happen.