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Dichotomous Thinking
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Rozepsáno, poprvé publikováno čvc 08, 2017
THIS HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED FOR THE TIME BEING!!! :^) I need 2 find the passion i had for this again. could be soon, could be later, could be never.

TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, DEATH (will add more when the story progresses)
  "Wouldn't trade you for the world, swear to God." He murmured.
  They both knew how big of a lie that was. 
  ​Frank couldn't help but slip out of bed, leaving the room.
  At least now he won't be a burden.
  His lover slept on until morning, not realizing that the so-called love of his life wasn't okay. How could he have known?
  Frank was a good actor.
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  Dying is painful, watching your love slip through your fingers is harder. Frank learns this after a tragic night on his twenty-fifth birthday, and soon after learns what it means to lose him a second time.  It's totally dichotomous thinking, one extreme or the other. Every thought or situation breaking down to nothing but black or white, good or bad, bliss or misery, all or nothing. When it comes to Frank and Gerard, there is no middle ground.
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The room was pitch black but I could still see his handsome face. And even if I were put in a crowd and blindfolded, I would still be able to find him. His musky scent wafted across the bed to my nose. My favorite scent in the world. His eyes were on my face and I stared back. It felt like we were communicating with our eyes. Mine was saying "why won't you love me back?" and I was sure that his was saying "why is this dork staring at me?". At the sad thought I closed my eyes and took solace in the silence in the room, calming my raging emotions and fighting the threatening tears. I was half successful when I heard his deep voice. My eyes fluttered open at once as if they had been waiting for him to speak. "I'm sorry for what I said about you earlier" "It's fine" I managed to croak "I was scared and confused but not anymore" I did not understand what he meant. I looked at his face at the other side of the bed trying to decipher what he was trying to say but his face was blank. "Goodnight Marco" he said and closed his eyes. I lay in the same position, looking at the now sleeping figure. I was confused and curious. What do you mean by not anymore? I asked in my mind as if he could somehow hear me. But he couldn't. And I wasn't brave enough to ask. Afraid that my heart would be shattered again by the same person I had fallen madly in love with. The only person my soul longed for. The only person my body lusted for. I lay in that position, watching him sleep till my eyes gave up and closed on their own. ****************************************************** VOTE
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Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)