And now, back to 'Depressing Shit'
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@Spookykid1
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I've kind felt like it's less of MCR imagines and more of Frerard Imagines now.
oopsies, this may be triggering for some viewers
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"Gerard, I am not your human medicine," Frank stated sternly over the phone, adding more of an emphasis onto the word 'not'.
Gerard sighed, taking another swig of the bottle. "C'mon, Frank, think of this as old times-"
"This is nothing like the old times. You aren't watching me from afar," He sighed, the sound of a lighter clicking behind the phone.
"But I am craving you. Right here, right now, I want to look at you from far away. I want to have three pictures of you in which I have on my nightstand. I want you to come here, and tell me that I don't- don't have to act like a stalker everyday," Gerard exclaimed in a low voice, afraid to wake his neighbors.
From the other side of the line, it seems that Frank blew cigarette smoke away from the phone, but it was still audible. "I want you to understand that I'm not always gonna be there to help you. I'm never gonna stay with you twenty-four seven, I want you to know that."
"I know."
"Y'know, I've always told you this small saying that always pops in my head when I'm sad. Just blow up the speakers, listen to your favorite song in the loudest volume you can get. Even when they're on full volume, just let it take you somewhere else. Keep your mind focused on the music." Frank exhaled once again.
Gerard looked down at the antidepressants. "Can you just... please come?"
"Gerard-"
He grabbed the pills and downed them both. "I'm taking the pills I had to take this morning. Are you happy now?"
"Yes, yeah, will you be okay now?"
"Yeah. You won't have to talk to me again."
"GERAR-"
Call ended.
