The Story of Frerard

(Gerard's POV): I woke up, to be lying on the sofa in my livivng room, glancing at Frank confused, "What are you doing here?" Frank stopped dabbing my forehead with the cloth, "What do you mean, don't you remember anything that happened yesterday?" I didn't answer. Was there something that I had forgotten about yesterday? All I remembered was jumping off the cliff, after that I thought I had died, but I must have became unconscious. I was kind of glad that I survived though- I had a chance of restarting my life, without Frank and forgetting about him. Although, what would Frank think if I told him that I no longer wanted him to be a part of my life, especially after saving me yesterday? I do love Frank, but he's too perfect for me; he deserves someone better, not me. He's kind, caring, generous, smart, and I'm just selfish. There's other people out there that he'd be better off with- I don't want him putting his life at risk everytime I become depressed about something stupid, "Err, Frank, can we talk?" I looked at Mikey, giving him the impression that I wanted to be alone with him. Some time later, Mikey finally left the living room. Frank sat down next to me. He looked so overjoyed to see me alive, that I felt really guilty about telling him, "Frank, I love you, but we need to start seperate lives." Frank looked at me, shocked, "But, I don't understand. If you love me, then why don't you want to spend the rest of your life with me?" A tear trickled down Frank's cheek. I really hated to see Frank upset. Seeing him cry made me feel really horrible inside, "It's just... Well, I feel like if we stay a couple, everytime I undercome depression, I'll try to kill myself, and put your life in danger; just like yesterday. You need to know that I love you Frank, and I always will, but I think this is the best for both of us." Frank was still confused and I'd never seen him look so devastated. He began to gather his things, then headed for the front door to leave. I felt really terrible, but I kept thinking that it was for the best. Before he left through the front door, he turned around to look at me, "Gee, I just want you to know that I will never find someone as good as you." Then, I remembered that I needed to give him something. I managed to stop him, before he left in the car, "I want you to have this." It was a picture of me and Frank, when we were together. He thanked me, then hugged me. "I guess this is goodbye, then?" I said, almost crying. Frank sighed, "Goodbye, Frank." Some time later, he drove off, and that was the last time I ever saw him.

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