(Not So) Ancient History

(Not So) Ancient History

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"Don't let anyone tell you it's over when you die." ------------------------------------------------------ Frank Iero is a quiet boy, not really making friends all that easy. Not that he minds. Frank moves to a quiet town with history to spare. He stays in his room mostly, listening to loud music and evaluating his guitar skills. He picks up photography. Normal, right? Well, the pictures are far from normal. A few shots of the house, a strange, yet horribly beautiful man is seen doing simply mundane tasks. Will Frank uncover the story of this man? Or will he remain shrouded in mystery forever? ------------------------------------------------------ TRIGGER WARNING: There will be self harm, drugs, drug use, alcohol, suicidal tendencies, mention of suicide, and smut. I will post warnings in the chapters to where they are so you can avoid them. Sorry in advance. <3
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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)

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