we pull apart the dark
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  • LECTURAS 1,926
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  • Partes 8
  • Hora 1h 50m
Continúa, Has publicado abr 15, 2019
It was the beginning of a very odd, but special friendship. The pair had so much more in common than they truly knew or could ever imagine. But how long before either found it in themselves to open up, to be honest about who, about what they truly were? How long could they keep up this charade of pretending to be a normal being, walking on eggshells before one of them accidentally slipped up, or caught on?
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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)