Gerard sits up quickly in his bed. His eyes are wide and wild with the fresh knowledge of a bad dream. He looks around, noticing his comforting surroundings: his bedroom. He flops back down on his bed, thinking of what happened back then. It was so long ago, and he still isn't over it.

Like he always does when he has a bad dream, Gerard reaches his slim fingers under his pillow grabbing at the picture. It's worn out and faded from Gerard running his finger over the other man's face in the photograph. He sighs as a fresh round of tears comes into his eyes, ready to spill out already.

He sighs sadly, and thinks back on the memories of the two boys who had fallen in love. How he had been to damn stupid to realize that he was indeed in love, before it was too late. But now it was. It is too late.

They say that things always get better, but it has been six years, and it has not gotten better. Gerard will never fall in love again after him. He wondered if he hates Gerard. If the man Gerard loves had hated him when he left. He doesn't know. But what he does know is that he has a few good memories of him and the guy he loves, and that's enough for now.

Notes

It is finally here; the fic based on my one shot that I recently wrote.

This will be extremely sad, but will end up happy in the end. I promise.