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Counting down the days to go

Prologue

The loud, urgent ringtone of my phone startled me. I had just slipped into the relaxing warmth of my bubble bath and under different circumstances I would have ignored it, but not this time. This was the tone I had assigned to him. And him only. Gerard was calling. Finally.

I jumped out of the bath, tying the towel around me quickly and hurrying into the living room, where I had left it.

'Gee?' I picked up just in time.

'Hey Lana.' he greeted me, sounding so close although he was so far away. And there was something else in his voice. It hurt, still hearing it after a year, knowing that he was still struggling.

'What's up?' I asked, sitting down in my red armchair from where I could see the Eiffel Tower.

'I'm at JFK. Waiting to board.'

'Oh, Japan, right? Are you excited?' I could tell he wasn't but I wanted to lighten up the mood.

'Yeah. Sure.' he sounded sadder than usual. As if it wasn't even him speaking but just his empty shell.

'What's wrong, Gerard?' I asked and he was quiet for a while.

'Nothing. Just wanted to hear your voice before I got on the plane.'

Panic seized me and I could feel a sickness creeping up my throat from my stomach. It sounded like a goodbye. A final goodbye. Fuck, I had to try and say something, something positive, something to make him feel better. Something that would remind him that I cared about him.

'Gerard...hey, how about I come to New York for a week or two once you get back?' I was desperate. Desperate and scared.

Lately his phone calls had gotten very sporadic. Him and the band had been on Warped Tour and when the phone had rang, it had always been in the middle of the night. Sure, there was a huge time difference but he was aware of it. Most of the time, he had been too drunk to consider that though.

'Hmm...hey, I gotta go. You're okay, right?' he asked.

'I'm fine, I'm fine. Don't worry about me.'

'Okay...bye Lana.'

'Wait! Gerard...' I swallowed hard, my hands trembling. I couldn't let him go without telling him. 'Please take care of yourself, yes? I love you.'

I could hear him take a deep breath while boarding announcements were being made in the background. Had he heard me? Did he know that I meant it? That even though it had been a year, I still felt so strongly about him, sometimes dreaming about getting a phone call from his family, telling me that he had killed himself or died of an overdose, waking up crying my eyes out. I love you, I thought, I love you so much. All I want is for you to somehow feel how much I love you. How amazing I think you are. How much I wished you were able to fight this fight and win so we could be together again.

I wanted to say it out loud but it was too late. He had already hung up.

Notes

I hope everyone who read 'Bury me...' is excited for the sequel :)

Thanks ever so much for checking out my stories!

Comments

I love this story!

Jackie Jackie
4/11/18
@the_girl

I should hope so x.0
@xxstraightjacketxx
they have Freckles, that's enough
the_girl the_girl
11/19/13
@the_girl

they might want a pet magui.. but with magui comes great responsibility ;)
@xxstraightjacketxx
lol why would I put gremlins into their house?!
the_girl the_girl
11/19/13