Frank’s POV

The dizzying blackness that I had spiraled into had now slowly faded into a pale gray. It was all I could see. Was this really death? No bright and lively heaven full of snow white angels? No dark red depths of hell to descend into in which I would be eternally punished for my sins? Not even blackness? Just a strange, fuzzy gray?
Weird.

Well now what? It doesn’t appear I’m going anywhere any time soon, so what am I supposed to do? Staring at blank grey isn’t that fascinating, especially after a few hours.

I couldn’t move my limbs at all either, and so my options were really limited with what I could do. My whole being was idle, no voice, no hearing, no movement, hardly any sight, there’s nothing to taste here, and so I could do utterly nothing.

Maybe I wouldn’t have done this had I known death would consist of this dullness.

Wait… no… I still would have. Better to make Gerard happy by leaving than have him hate me and be miserable the rest of my life. I think he would agree.

Anyways. I’m starting to wonder if anything will ever happen.

Will I just have to stay this way for eternity? That’s a pretty sucky afterlife.

Would this even be considered an afterlife?

I guess so.

Maybe.

I don’t know.

I was never good with the whole ‘religion’ thing.

Isn’t there some that say you’re reborn? Or how about the Catholic Purgatory? Is that what this is? Then where are all the other waiting souls? Am I alone? Are they here and I can’t see them? I have no fucking clue.

This is horrible.

Not as bad as life, but still.

Pretty bad.

Maybe I’ll just lie here forever.

Wait.

Lie here?

How do I know I’m lying down?

Unless…

As the thought dawns on me, something changes.

I realize I can hear the faintest buzzing in my ears, the kind you hear when everything is silent around you.

Then, a soft sound, so quiet I think I might’ve imagined it.

Beep.

No, there it is again… It seems to be moving at a steady pace…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It’s gotten a tiny bit louder. The volume on my hearing increases slowly, but steadily. None of my others senses have returned yet, but this is definitely progress.

Beep. Beep. Beep… Beep… Beep…

The beeps are slowing down. Why are they slowing down? I don’t understand this. What’s happening?

Then another, tiny sound reaches me. It sounds almost like a sob. And a voice… I recognize that voice… It’s…

No. It can’t be.

Gerard?

I hadn’t even noticed my feeling come back, my ability to feel the things I touch. Until I felt something press against my lips.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

What is it? My brain is fried as I struggle to remember. I can feel the touch about to pull away when it finally registers.

It’s another pair of lips.

As the realization comes to me I hear the beeping speed up.

Beep… Beep. Beep Beep Beep Beep.

And somehow, I gain enough control over my muscles to kiss back.

The lips stop moving away, pausing entirely as though in surprise. Then they start to kiss me again, gently but at the same time what can only be described as eagerly.

After a little bit they move away, and I struggle to open my eyes. Finally, they peel back slowly. I look up to the figure to see whom it was that brought me back, and if I’d had any control to really open my mouth it would have dropped in shock.

The figure hovering over me was Gerard.

I said the only thing that came to my still dysfunctional brain.

“Gee?”

Notes

YAY Frankie came back to life! Anywho, sorry this took so long, I've had some stuff going on and I've been busy. .-. Blah. I finally managed to get it up today, hope you guys like it! :3 Oh and sorry for the title. I really had no idea what to call this.

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