Epilogue;
5 years later

Frank Iero walked into the kitchen of his home, smiling at his aunt already sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. In an hour it would be time for him to go to class and sit through yet another boring lecture about Musical Theory.

His nose perked up at the smell of fresh mocha coffee in the pot and he’d floated over to it in a daze pouring himself a cup. Then plopped into the chair across from his aunt pouring sugar and milk into the cup like it was going out of style. After many long nights of studying he’d become a costumed to the taste of coffee and grown to like it-just like the tomato head had told him he would years before.

He was about to head out the door when the phone rang and he turned around wandering to it and lifted it to his ear with a smile.

“Y’ello?” He asked into the reciver.

“Frank?” Frank’s ears perked up at the voice on the other end of the line.

“Raymond Toro?” He asked confused as to why his college buddy from when he took a few classes in New York before transferring would be calling him.

“Yeah, do you still play?” his words were strong and quizzical, but there was something in his voice that made Frank unsure about where the conversation was going.

“Uh, yeah. I do...w-why?”

“Frank, do you like what you’re doing with your life? I mean, are you truly happy with it?” His words hit Frank like a bullet and without thinking he spoke the one word that would change his life forever;

“No.”

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