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What We Do is Secret [XOXO]
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Última publicación sáb, ene 12, 2019
"Why'd you ask me to come here, Frank?" Gerard asked pulling on his worn out Metallica t-shirt to try and mask the weight gain, painfully aware that the sunlight shone directly on his otherwise gray appearance. The man who sat opposite him's mouth pulled to the side and Gerard knew Frank could practically smell his insecurities.
"To lay it all out." Frank said sipping on his steaming cup of black coffee. He'd seen Gerard at rock-bottom before, but this was different. This didn't come from a rock 'n roll lifestyle or living on the fast lane. There were no awards or sold out shows to justify the level at which he had fallen now. But Frank still managed to beam at the man who used to be and probably still was... everything.
"What if I don't wanna?" Gerard squinted as his mouth twitched at the sharp reality that Frank's eyes still made him feel like he was the only thing in the world worth looking at. "What if I can't?"
Frank's cheeks rose in a smile looking down at his coffee. Gerard watched him suck on his lip before looking back up at him with that school-boy-cheeky face that always managed to tear Gerard's world apart. "Then you wouldn't have come all the way out here."
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"God, Gerard," he moaned, "Are you that oblivious?" Frank watched him nod with a shrug. He rolled his eyes and continued nonetheless, "I really like you. I just wanna be fucking normal!" He huffed rubbing his eyes, "I wanna do stuff that I would do if we were normal. Like fucking romance shit. Like holding hands on the roof and looking at stars. Or sing to my Pandora station while we clean parts of the church before Sunday. Or make out in the back of my car and listen to my favorite songs. And god I would kill to dance in the rain with you and not have to worry about anything. No vampire shit. No age gap. No fucking rumors. You know that half of this goddamn town knows about my love life?" He removed his hands from his eyes to stare at Gerard who was staring back intensely, "It sucks. Everything sucks. My fucking life sucks." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of gore, mentions of loss, mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATHConcluida
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