The Story of Frerard

(Frank's POV): After I drove off, I never saw Gerard again, and eversince I have never felt so devastated. When he told me that we should break up, I felt really sorrowful inside, and like I was nothing to him. I was prepared to take my life for him, when he was going to jump off that cliff, to show him how much I cared about him. And when I did, he didn't even thank me. There was nothing worse than staying in this crappy flat all day, while feeling depressed. Every single day of my life was the same routine- I woke up feeling useless and depressed, and never saw daylight. After the first few months of breaking up with Gerard, I sometimes felt so awful and upset, as I still had feelings for him, that I wouldn't eat or drink. Therefore, I gradually lost weight, and began to notice it. One day I looked in the mirror. Glancing at my reflection, I looked terrible- my skin was pale, and my face looked thin, I had huge bags under my eyes, from the lack of sleep I had been having, my dyed-black hair looked really greasy and overgrown and my teeth were yellow. I never got over the seperation between me and Gerard, until recently. Although at night, he somehow always managed to creep into my dreams, and then I'd wake up crying my eyes out, thinking about how happy my life was when we were together. I still really love Gerard now when I come to think of it, but I already know that we'll never be a couple again, as Mikey told me last week that he'd met another man and was planning to move to Australia with him. And from that, I guessed that he'd moved on with life and forgotten about our past. Maybe I should do the same, but still if I meet someone, they'll never be the same as Gerard...

(TIME LAPSE)

(Gerard's POV): It was another Monday- another bad beginning to the week. However, I should've been really overjoyed, as I was living in Australia with my boyfriend, Matt, but for some reason I wasn't. Lately I was starting to think about Frank, and was becoming upset; I was missing him, badly. But I couldn't tell Matt, because he wouldn't understand, so I decided not to tell him. On the other hand, when me and Matt were out one night, having dinner, he proposed to me. It was really awakward. I did love him, but Frank kept popping into my mind, and I kept having flashbacks of all the happy moments we had together, "I'm so sorry Matt, but I can't." I felt really selfish rejecting him, but I did what my heart was telling me. Matt looked puzzled, "What do you mean, you can't- we've been together for almost a year? I thought you wanted us to be a couple, Gee?" Matt looked really upset and confused, but I had to move back to New Jersey, and I needed my Frankie, "Sorry, Matt, but I've just realised that I've made the biggest mistake of my life and I need to fix it. I love Frank, the man who I've always truly loved and always will. I'm really sorry to break your heart, but we're through." I drove back to the house to gather my things, and caught the next bus to the airport, back to New Jersey, where I would hopefully find Frank...

Notes