Lindsey P.O.V.

It has been four years since Gerard and I broke up. Four years since I've been in New York. Four years with a broken heart.

If you're wondering why I left Los Angeles and went to New York City, it's because I went there for my mom's funeral, my band, and art.

At first, it had started out for the art. Then my band. After a month in New York, mom had been very ill. So I went to stay at my old home.

My older sister was here too. We stayed with mom until she died.

I was going to text Gerard and tell him why I left, but he had changed his number.

Now, my band finished recording our album If, I finish my art projects, and my mom's funeral was over.

"Flight 23 to Los Angeles has arrive."

I sighed. I felt someone pat my back. It was Jennifer.

"It's going to be okay, don't worry." Jennifer said. I gave a small smile.

The truth is, I am scared. What if Gerard did forget me! What if he has found someone else? What if he's married to another woman. He probably did.

I sat in my seat. It was a window seat. At least it's day time.

"Lindsey. You have to quit it. Gerard didn't forget about you," Jennifer said.

"What if he has!" I said. I felt a lump in my throat.

"Lindsey, he isn't going to forget an amazing girl like you," Jennifer said.

"He told me to forget about him, Jenn. D'you know how hard it is to forget about someone you love," I said.

"You never stopped loving him, have you," Jennifer said.

"No. I never did." I said.

"I don't think he has either," Jennifer said.

"How are you so sure?" I asked.

"Bitch please, I'm Jennifer Dunn, I'm always right." Jennifer said with a smirk. That earned a laugh from me.


The flight to New York City to Los Angeles was a direct fight. So my ass hurt so badly by the time we landed in Los Angeles.

"Hey, Jenn, does your ass hurt?" I whispered to her.

"Yeah. Does yours?"

"You have no idea!"

As we got off the plane, we saw a lot of girls running all over the place. I gave Jennifer a questioning look. She shrugged.

We looked for Jimmy and Steve, they were on a different flight. Actually, they were here in Los Angeles since yesterday. They promise us they'll pick us up.

We looked for Jimmy and Steve.

"Why is there so many girls running around?" Jennifer asked.

"Beats me," I said with a shrug.

Two girls who look like they were thirteen stood next to us.

"O-M-G, did you see them!" The blond girl said.

"I did. O-M-G, Gerard and Eliza are so cute together!" The brunette said.

I looked at Jennifer. She shook her head as if saying it's not Gerard Way. We talked in motions, or so we tried.

Jennifer got frustrated because most of the time we didn't understand each other. So, Jennifer pulled me to the side, away from the teenagers.

"It can be anyone, Lindsey." Jennifer said.

"Well, explain to me why they were saying 'O-M-G' if it can be anyone." I said.

"For all we know it can be Gerard Butler or Gerard Pique or, even Gerard Depardieu." Jennifer said.

"Are you fucking kidding me! Gerard Depardieu is like from France or Russia! What the hell is he going to do over here! Plus, I don't thing thirteen year old's will be going all crazy over him!" I said.

"Hey, his name is Gerard, too." Jennifer said.

"True." I said.

"See. The point is that it can be any Gerard." Jennifer said.

"Okay, I'll believe you. I'm going that it's Gerard Pique." I said.

"See." Jennifer said.

We turn back to the crowd. We look and look and then we finally see Jimmy and Steve. We wave at them and they come over.

"What took you guys so long?" Jennifer asked.

"There's a lot of paparazzi and girls out there." Jimmy said.

"Weird," I said looking at Jennifer.

We heard girls screaming. I look to my left and see a whole bunch of teenagers in a huge ball. Cameras flashed everywhere.

"Now who's that lucky fucker." Steve said with a smile.

I try to get a glimpse but didn't see anything. Then, there was an open space, enough to see who it was.

There was a man and a woman, holding hands. They both have the same hair color, which is a very light blond, it looks like it might even be white. I couldn't see they man's face. But then he turn to look at the open space.

The man saw me, his eyes widen. His face had gone all pale. At first I didn't know who he was or who he was looking at. I turned my back to see if there was anyone behind me.

Turns out there wasn't anyone at all. He's looking at me then. I turn to see my band mates. Their faces has gone pale, too.

I look back at the man, I couldn't recognize him. I then heard a girl scream "I love you, Gerard Way."

I took a deep breath then looked away. I grabbed my suit case and began to walk to the other door, since the closest one is being used.

"Lindsey!" I heard my band mates call me. I kept walking. I didn't want to go back there. It's obvious that he did forget about me.

"Lindsey, wait up!" I heard Jimmy say.

I stopped my tracks. I turn to them, they're running to me now. Jimmy picked up my bags. "Why'd you ran off." He asked.

"You know why," I said and began to walk to the door.