Chissà cosa può cominciare con una macchia di vodka su una moquette. • • © mravelous

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

CRINGE ALERT - scritta direttamente dalla mravel del 2017, puramente demenziale Una shitty teacherxstudent. Attenzione: presenza di coppie gay, facoceri, alpaca, ananas rosa con peni, semini di pomodoro, Croccantelle, vulcani tumblr, professoresse-tacchino che scatarrano e disagio senza limiti, oltre che a una classe di educazione sessuale il venerdì nientepopodimeno che con la nostra amata Gerarda, più una gita a Miami un po' alla cazzo di cane. E ora provate a dirmi che sono ancora sana di mente. • • © mravelous

Gerard è un ragazzo solitario e silenzioso, abituato alla monotonia della sua città. Sempre le stesse cose, sempre le stesse facce. Tutto questo finché non arriva un ragazzo che insegna a Gerard cosa vuol dire vivere un amicizia... E cosa vuol dire vivere un amore.

"Sei il blu Frank, la tentazione di ogni artista, splendidamente armonioso." • • #228 in fanfiction 10/03/17 #137 in fanfiction 5/12/17 © mravelous

《Ho fatto tutte queste cazzate per vederti sorridere.》 ❁ questa storia non è mia, io la traduco e basta. Tutti i crediti vanno a @heaten-s. ❁

"Ti sono mancato, Frank? Mi sei mancato così tanto."

You like D n' D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini, and croquet. You can't swim, you can't dance, and you don't know karate. Face it, you're never gonna make it. I don't wanna make it. I just wanna...

Frank e Gerard. Gerard e Frank. Possono due persone come loro, due persone che occupano un ruolo totalmente diverso l'uno dall'altro dentro dell'inferno di scuola, avere qualcosa in comune come il passato? Gerard era il solito professore sexy dal quale tutti cercavano di farsi notare; Frank era il solito sfigato preso di mira.