Disenchanted | Frerard

he turned to face me and asked, "why are you lying here with me?" i stopped to think, why was i lying on the ground with a total stranger? "i don't know, i guess i thought we both need comfort" the man grunted in response. "why are you here?" i asked him. "i could ask you the same thing"

i let out a harsh laugh. "i come here to be alone" the man sighed. "if you come here to be alone, why are you staying with me?" i realised how vulnerable the man was, and i turned to him and said "i find you intriguing."
"what's your name?" he asked. "frank." i turned on my side and extended my hand for him to shake, which he did.

we lay there for a few minutes in silence, the few exceptions being the crickets chirping. "gerard." he mumbled. i turned over, facing him. "what was that?" "my name's gerard."