The Screaming Hope

Gerard's POV

Liquid is forming under my skin, and right after it is escaping from my pores. It is accompanied by fear, anxiety, horror, and... Relief - how can even these feelings cohabit together.
So sweat. Dripping from my pores. Numbing my palms. Wetting my forehead. I can feel it. And it's quite gross.
I know what is causing this. I know, oh yeah I know, I fucking know, but I'd be better if I didn't know.
Whoa. I feel my heart squeezed hard by the giant amount of blood arriving, caused by...
No. I'm imagining this.
This is not happening.
This can't be happening.

Hana! I totally forgot about her. What a non-professional act, not dealing with the classroom and leaving her. I wasn't paying attention, considering what. Is. Just. Happening.
Now that I've thought about it, I can understand why I didn't care about the classroom. I still don't care. It's not important. At all. It's not important because, aside, there is something fucking unbelievable that has happened meantime.

The screen hasn't paused, so I take the opportunity to look at the message, for the seventy seven time.

Sent by: Unknown Number, on January, 7th
"Just like I engraved your name on my chest, you engraved mine on yours."

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