Forever

"S-stop." I heard Frankie whimper.

I immediately let go and turned to him.

I just then realized he was crying.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked, worried.

He covered his face with his hands and started to cry even harder.

I just sat there, not knowing what to do.

What just happened? Wasn't he okay with this? Did I push him? Did I hurt him?

"Baby, I-"

"S-stop it! J-just, stop!" he pulled the covers back over himself and turned away from me, curling up as far away from me as possible.

I scooted closer to him and touched his shoulder.

"Princess, what happened?" I asked.

He whimpered and I heard him cry harder.

I turned him over so he was facing me.

His eyes were red and overflowing with tears.

My poor baby.

I cupped his cheek and brushed some hair out of his face.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked, as soothingly as possible.

"...e-everything." he whispered, barely audible.
"Honey, I would never hurt you, I promise. I didn't think you would get upset from it, if I had known I wouldn-"

"N-no, it's not from that." he interrupted.

I was even more confused.

"Then what happened, princess? What did I do wrong?"

"I just-" he stopped and stretched out his arm to grab his underwear.

I scooted over and took them for him, pulling away the covers and sliding them over his legs.

He lifted his hips to help me put them on and then pulled the covers back over him.

I got back under the covers and pulled him close to me, my hand laying on his chest, holding myself up with my elbow, fingers playing with his longer black hair.

"What's wrong honey?" I asked him quietly.

His hand inched towards mine, he slowly wrapped his fingers around my wrist.

"...you already did all this with Jackie." he whispered.

Although he spoke so quietly, his words left my ears ringing.

I can't believe he thinks like this.

Can't he see that she doesn't mean anything to me?

I hate her.

"I don't feel anything for her, Frankie. I love you and only you."

He didn't say anything.

Just closed his eyes and let the tears flow freely.

I pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He didn't kiss back.

"...why can't you see I love you?" I whispered to him.

He didn't say anything and for a while I though he had fallen asleep, but then he answered.

"Because you don't."

He turned towards me, curling up close to my chest.

I wrapped my arms around his small form and ran my hands through his hair.

He fell asleep like that.

I couldn't sleep though.

Why would he think I don't love him?

I would give anything for him.

I slept with the person I despise the most for him.

I had two people murdered for him.

I love him.

Why can't he see that I love him?

-----Time Lapse-----

When I woke up Frankie was still asleep.

I lied there for a while. Happy to be able to hug Frankie.

When I finally got up I went to the bathroom and showered.

Then I changed in to a pair of black skinny jeans and a long sleeved black shirt.

I went to the kitchen.

I turned on the stereo so it played softly, not wanting to wake Frankie up, and started to cook.

45 minutes later breakfast was ready.

I set up two plates at the island and then placed the food filled platters in the middle.

I had made crepes, fruit tarts, yogurt, fruit salad, coffee, orange juice and blood.

I looked up from the food and saw Frankie standing in the doorway.

He was wearing one of my white button up shirts, it was too big so it went halfway down his thin thighs.

"Good morning, princess."

"Morning." he answered.

"Are you hungry, baby?"

He nodded and slowly made his way to the island.

I hugged him tightly. Wrapping my arms around his thin waist and pulling him close to me.

He hugged back just as tight.

I lifted him of his bare feet, he wrapped his legs around my waist and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

"I love you, princess." I whispered.

"I love you too, 'Rard."

We stayed like that for a moment, then he slowly got off me and sat at on one of the stools.
"Did you cook all this?" he asked.

I sat down next to him and nodded.

He served himself a crepe, some fruit and a bit of yogurt. Then a glass of blood and half a glass of orange juice.

No wonder he's gotten so thin, he barely eats.

"Want me to serve you?" he asked me.

I nodded.

He filled up my plate with some of everything and we began to eat.

"Are you feeling better, princess?"

He sighed, "Not really."

I immediately stopped eating and turned to him, "Where does it hurt, baby?"

He shook his head but didn't say anything.

I sighed and put my head in my hands, "Frankie, please. Don't do this to me. Please, baby. Please ,talk to me."

I looked up to see him frowning at his plate.

"...I feel like...like I'm not your only one anymore." he whispered a few seconds later.

"Why do you say that?" I asked softly.

"It's just...I just- dunno...because of Jackie...I guess I feel...replaceable." he answered.

I turned his stool so he was facing me, "Frankie, I love you. Why can't you see that, princess? I would die for you and I would die without you. Don't say you're replaceable, you're not, I love you too much."

"Why?! Why would you, or anyone, love me?! I'm ugly and moody and boring and I can't cook or clean and all I ever do is get you in to trouble. How the fuck do you love someone as as me?!" He hissed.

"Don't degrade yourself, you're degrading what I love the most. If you hurt yourself, you're hurting me."

He didn't say anything.

I turned to him and saw he was looking at me.

His eyes glassy.

I stood and went to hug him.

He let me, though he wasn't hugging back.

I wrapped my arms around him and pressed him close to my chest.

"I love you." he whispered.

I smiled "I love you, too, princess."

"Don't lie to me, 'Rard. I know you don't love me...But I don't really care."

Notes

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Title from MCRs 'The Only Hope For Me Is You'