Frank's POV

When our new album launched, I was the proudest guy. Gerard had wrote a song about suicide, which was my favorite. It was about overcoming it. It was about being happy, a burst of passion and joy splitting out of the grey. He called it 'Headfirst For Halos'.
I had it all. He was so perfect to me, and I was so fucking elated about being able to hold his hand, and beam smiles, and just..have him.
Nothing could bring me down now.

Gerard's POV

I was his, and he was mine. I was free from myself, at last. Finally, I knew I wasn't to blame for the disaster that turned so many lives - including my own - upside down.
Anyway, the last month.
I had become very comfortable with every part of him, and now with every part of myself. I was walking on air.
I just hoped this album would lead us new places, away from New Jersey. The place was too tainted with the past, although I loved it. I wasn't scared of new ventures.
All that I am was with Frank. He was my home.

Notes

And that's it! I felt as if it was coming to a close, y'know.
Thank you so much for your comments, subscriptions, views and ratings. It means a hell of a lot to me.
I'm going to move on and write something new, but this has potential for a sequel. I won't write it unless someone wants one, though.
Tweet me @teapartypoison as so many of you have.
Thank you so much.
Until next time, my beautiful killjoys.
xo