All I saw were the thousands of colors surrounding me and I felt as I was spinning. Falling into a deep nothing, trying to grasp onto something to stop myself. Finding nothing I curl in on myself and close my eyes waiting for it to stop. I feel myself softly land on something as if I were a feather. I open my eyes and see my living room in my old apartment. I stand up and start to look around. Everything was almost exactly how I left it, except for my cabinet of hard liquor was open and almost all the bottles were gone. I look to the sink in the kitchen and see them piling up, with all the addictive liquid gone, not a single drop left. I turn to look around more and see boxes littering the apartment open waiting to be packed with my belongings, but with nothing in them. I walk towards the hall where the bathroom and bedroom door are located. I attempt to turn the door knob to the bathroom and my hand goes through it. I just brace myself and walk straight through feeling nothing. Exactly the same, nothing has changed but yet so much has. I walk to the mirror wondering if there is a reflection. I smile when I see myself and then frown noticing my hair is different to how I remember having it. I snap out of observing myself when I hear a soft whimper coming from the next room, my bedroom. I walk through the door right back into the hall and into my bedroom. There is Gerard curled up between my sheets sobbing softly, with a paper clutched between his hands. I step closer wanting to comfort him but knowing I can do nothing. His eyes are red and bloodshot, his nose running, and tear stains mixing with new tear tracks running down his face. I put my hand on him wanting to soothe him. I see the letter he is holding was my proposal that I had been practicing to say to him. I feel tears also leak down my face and start to cry along with him. I hear him softly whisper "Frankie Frankie Frankie...." over and over.