All That's Left Of Yesterday
My one and lonely
Mikey's P.O.V.
I wake to find Frank curled asleep on the floor besides my bed. I drape a blanket over him and tuck a pillow under his head. A small smile flickers onto my face as he rolls over, hugging the pillow like a child hugs a teddy. I lie next to him and watch him sleep, glad to have company. Glad to not have to be alone.
I jump as I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. There's nothing to be scared of, I know that, but I can't stop myself shaking and curling closer to Frank.
"Morning Mikes," Gerard's voice rings from the door. I relax and half smile as I turn to see him standing in the doorway with a tray in his hands. His eyes are red and tired and his smile is half-hearted. I can tell he's sad but I don't want to mention it. His eyes flick from me to Frank and back again.
"I made you breakfast," he says gesturing to the tray. "I'll just put it here and leave you two alone." He goes to put the tray on the side but I jump up, feeling much safer being with someone awake. And feeling much keener to be with Gerard.
"No, it's fine. I'll have it downstairs with you," I tell him. "And thanks, it's really kind of you, making breakfast for me." My heart flutters at the thoughtfulness. We head downstairs and Gerard sits in silence as he watches me eat my pancakes. Not just watching but staring at me. Not the same way I do to him - a fascinated, adoring, foggy-eyed stair - but like he's analysing me. Like he's looking for something. I wish I knew what, it's unnerving.
"What's up?" I ask. Gerard just shrugs and looks down at the table.
"Just tired. You remember having a nightmare last night?" Now it's my turn to look away. I don't want to remember the nightmare as much as I didn't want to remember the events of a couple of days ago in that nightmare. But it's still there, vivid as ever. Vivid as it has been every night in my dreams.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Gerard says standing up.
"NO!" I find myself yelling. My head goes into panic mode at the thought of being left alone and my body starts controlling itself. I go to stand up but find myself crumpling on the floor. A shaking, sobbing mess.
"Mike-" Gerard's voice is cut off by footsteps running over from the doorway and a pair of arms throwing themselves around me. They're not Gerard's arms but Frank's. I look up to see Gerard walk away and I continue weeping into Frank's arms as the front door slams shut.
I wake to find Frank curled asleep on the floor besides my bed. I drape a blanket over him and tuck a pillow under his head. A small smile flickers onto my face as he rolls over, hugging the pillow like a child hugs a teddy. I lie next to him and watch him sleep, glad to have company. Glad to not have to be alone.
I jump as I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. There's nothing to be scared of, I know that, but I can't stop myself shaking and curling closer to Frank.
"Morning Mikes," Gerard's voice rings from the door. I relax and half smile as I turn to see him standing in the doorway with a tray in his hands. His eyes are red and tired and his smile is half-hearted. I can tell he's sad but I don't want to mention it. His eyes flick from me to Frank and back again.
"I made you breakfast," he says gesturing to the tray. "I'll just put it here and leave you two alone." He goes to put the tray on the side but I jump up, feeling much safer being with someone awake. And feeling much keener to be with Gerard.
"No, it's fine. I'll have it downstairs with you," I tell him. "And thanks, it's really kind of you, making breakfast for me." My heart flutters at the thoughtfulness. We head downstairs and Gerard sits in silence as he watches me eat my pancakes. Not just watching but staring at me. Not the same way I do to him - a fascinated, adoring, foggy-eyed stair - but like he's analysing me. Like he's looking for something. I wish I knew what, it's unnerving.
"What's up?" I ask. Gerard just shrugs and looks down at the table.
"Just tired. You remember having a nightmare last night?" Now it's my turn to look away. I don't want to remember the nightmare as much as I didn't want to remember the events of a couple of days ago in that nightmare. But it's still there, vivid as ever. Vivid as it has been every night in my dreams.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Gerard says standing up.
"NO!" I find myself yelling. My head goes into panic mode at the thought of being left alone and my body starts controlling itself. I go to stand up but find myself crumpling on the floor. A shaking, sobbing mess.
"Mike-" Gerard's voice is cut off by footsteps running over from the doorway and a pair of arms throwing themselves around me. They're not Gerard's arms but Frank's. I look up to see Gerard walk away and I continue weeping into Frank's arms as the front door slams shut.
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