Tales of a Chemical Romance

Gerard rolled over in the bed, his arm falling on the empty mattress. He opened his eyes slowly, looking around. There was a small cough from the doorway and he rolled over to look at Frank. His bags were no longer in the room and his clothes were no longer on the floor.

"Frank.."
"Gerard, I have to go. I mean.. I just have to go."
Gerard pulled the sheet off of him and pulled his tshirt on. "Frank, what do you mean? What's wrong?"
"Everything is wrong, Gerard." he whispered. "I'm engaged to Jamia and I can't keep slipping away from her every time you want to fuck. I just can't."
Gerard stood up, shaking his head. "You said that you would love me no matter what the circumstances were."
"I know what I said, damn it! But I also asked her marry me, didn't I?"

Frank walked into the hallway, picking up bags as he did so. Gerard followed, muttering to himself.

"Frank, please!" Gerard pulled on Frank's arm. "Please.. Don't do this."
"Gerard, it's time you grow up, alright? I can't be here whenever you want some ass. I'm marrying Jamia in a few months whether you like it or not. I still want you in the wedding and everything else. I just.. I can't do this anymore." Frank opened the front door and walked out.

"You don't even have the guts, do you?" Gerard shouted after him.
"What do you mean, Gerard?" Frank shoved his bags in the trunk of his car.
"When you go would you have the guts to say that you don't love me like you did yesterday?"

Frank stared at Gerard. "I don't love you, Gerard. That's the problem. I thought I did, but I just don't. Not anymore."
Gerard's stomach dropped and he grabbed a few more of Frank's bags, throwing them into the yard. "Fine!" he yelled, sobbing. "Take your shit and leave." He reached back and grabbed Frank's skele-gloves and threw them at him. "Take your gloves and get out while you can!"

Frank yelled back. "You're being irrational, Gerard! Jesus!"
"I fucking hate you! Never come back around here, I fucking mean it! I gave you everything that I am and you throw it away for some bitch you've only known for 2 years. 2 years! We have 6 years, Frank, and you've just ruined that."

Frank nodded, looking up at Gerard. "You're right.. I'm sorry." He kissed Gerard softly before he could pull away. "And you're right--I don't love you like I loved you yesterday."

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