(Frank's POV): Many more days past, and they were all the same shit. But I decided this was enough. I was fed up of feeling useless to this world, and I needed to carry on with life, just like Gerard...Shit! Ages after our break-up, I still haven't stopped thinking about him. I admitted that I still really had feelings for him, but I really disliked it when he creeped into my mind all the time. Anyway, I first decided to take a shower- I wreaked of sweat, not to mention desperation! Some time later, when I was washing myself in the shower, I reached my arm out, to get the shampoo. All of a sudden, I found myself staring at the faded scars covering my arms. Then, I felt a shiver down my spine. I began to think about the past that each of the scars represented- some were from when my dad passed away. At the time, I thought that I wouldn't be able to cope without him, as over the years we bonded and were more like great friends. A tear trickled down my cheek, I felt really terrible inside. Soon, several tears started running down my cheeks. I quickly them away and continued washing my extremely greasy hair. About half an hour later, I was finally dressed. Although, still feeling exhausted, I staggered to the bathroom to brush my teeth. While I was cleaning my teeth which looked really yellow and maybe beginning to rot, I glanced closely at my reflection for a long time. My appearance was still awful; my face looked full of desperation and anxiety, and I felt really ashamed of what I had done to myself. I rolled up my sleeves, and examined my scars again. I remember slitting my wrists that evening when I broke up with Gerard. But the next morning I really regretted it. What was I thinking? that night, I might of slit my wrists even more, and maybe enough to commit suicide. Luckily slitting my wrists didn't go too far, but I continued it this to cure me, whenever I faced depression again.

Later I was lying on the sofa watching T.V while consuming a leftover ham sandwich from yesterday. I spent most of my time on the sofa, flicking through channels. There was nothing on. I switched off the telly, and staggered to my bedroom to find a book to read. It was difficult trying to find any book in my room, as my clothes had just been chucked everywhere. I finally found my Lord of the Rings trilogy, after searching every inch of my bedroom. I had actually forgotten that I had these books- I last time I remembered reading them, was when I was back in high school. I looked at the books and sighed; those were the happy days. I jumped on my bed, and began reading. I felt so relieved when I was reading. I felt like I was in another world, with nothing to panic about. The more I read the book, the more I wished that I was there, not here.

Some time later, I paused to rest my eyes from reading and yawned. I looked at my watch. It said 9pm. I must have really been addicted to that book, because I hadn't realised how much time had past. Then, I was just going to finish the last chapter, when all of a sudden there was a loud knocking sound, coming from the door. Who could that be? I thought- nobody has ever knocked on my door since years ago. Sighing, I left my bedroom, and slowly unlocked the door, "I'm sorry, but if you're a salesman, go away." Suddenly, I heard a slight chuckle, which sounded very familiar, but I couldn't figure out why. I looked up, and glanced at the man with quite short, red hair. He smiled. For some time, I was glancing at him, feeling puzzled, trying to work out who he was... then it all came to me, and happiness rose all over me, "Gee!" I reached out to hug him, and kept him in my arms for as long as I could. I was so overjoyed to see him. For the past few years, I thought we were never going to see eachother again, but he must have missed me terribly to come back. Hopefully he'll say we can be together again. After we hugged, I invited him into the flat, and we sat on the sofa and began talking to eachother. "Still living here?" Gerard questioned, smiling a bit. "Err, yeah. Since you left, I didn't really do anything with my life. Basically, I've been stuck in this crappy flat since. I guess I was hoping you'd come back some day..." Fuck. That sounded really sad and pathetic. I bet he just wanted to see me to make up, and maybe become good mates- he won't still have a crush on me now, surely?! Before Gerard replied, he moved slightly closer to me on the sofa, and said, "Shut up, Frank, I love you, and leaving you was the hugest mistake of my life. I was going to start a new life with my boyfriend, but I realised..." He paused to stare at me, and smiled. "What, I thought you hated me," He leaned closer, to whisper into my ear, "I love you, Frankie." Then, before I could say anything, his lips were already kissing me, all over my face. He was so sexy. He pulled me back, and I was literally lying on top of Gee, while snogging him. I was so overjoyed that this probably meant that we were a couple again, but I was just a bit worried whether the relationship would last...

Notes

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