I still want more. ((Frerard))

We used to meet once every year, after the breakup.
It was kind of a silent agreement we made, since seeing each other for more than once per year would have been incredibly dangerous, mostly because of our destructive nature. We would have destroyed ourselves until the point where we'd have been nothing but blood and guts shattered against the walls.
And we really didn't want to end up like that, even though maybe we deserved it.
And when I say we deserved it's because we really did, with all the hearts we broke just to recover from our own heartbreak.

But this time was different, this time would have been the last, because Frank was going to leave. Forever.

A splitted one-shot.