It wasn't written in the stars, it never was, but it still happened. And as the moon and the bright stars went down, the two could do nothing but watch

Frank goes to Narcotics Anonymous and tells the story of how he fell in love with Gerard.

•Dedicated to my grandmother; Based off of the song 'Honey' by 'Bobby Goldsboro'• * And see the tree how big it's grown But friend it hasn't been too long, it wasn't big, And I laughed at him and he got mad The first day that he planted it, was just a twig.... * -Short Story- -Completed-

Today I saw a boy reading under a tree.

Now,I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things...

10 years had gone by and I still felt the same.

War. Cold, unyielding war. Sometimes, cowardice can save your life. Sometimes, hiding while the world fell apart is the only way survival could be possible. For Gerard, that was the only option available. And so he hid for weeks until, one day, he arose from his shelter and began his life as the last man on Earth. Collecting, roaming, searching, and praying that one day he will die quietly from old age, even though he knew that would never happen. His solitude went on for weeks and weeks and months and months and Gerard stayed in a cycle of light and dark. Until the day when the last man on Earth realized he was not alone.

Dear Gerard, I am sorry for everything.

Dear Frank, I don't know if you're ever gonna get your hands on this diary, but, if you do... I'm sorry Gerard

"Gerard, what's going on? Gerard, please. Gerard, I need you. Gerard, stop this. I can't do this without you. What's happening? Please. Just listen to me." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: may be triggering for some individuals]