Flaminghomos Stories

"How long?" he asked, voice wavering. "Wh-what are you-" "HOW LONG?" He glowered down at me, eyes piercing through me, my brain, my lungs, my heart. It's as if everything stopped, holding its breath, waiting for his next move, next word, next anything. To my surprise, sleek roads of tears were running down his cheeks. He abruptly stood up, briskly walking out of the room, leaving me to wonder if this is just a dream or harsh reality. I was in love with Gerard Way. Not only did I lie to him, but I think I just ruined our friendship. Great start to the weekend, Frankie.