*Frank's POV

I sighed in content as I watched the sun slowly sink down across the sky, it's light no longer cascading around the buildings and bringing life to the city. I smiled. I could watch the sunset for decades every night, and never grow tired of its beauty. Maybe it's because I have watched it every night, for decades. But it's still just as beautiful as it was when I first saw it.

"Excuse me," My eyes lazily drifted from the pink sky to the man in front of me. He was looking straight into my eyes and I tilted my head in confusion. Wait.. is he talking to me or.. ?

"W-what?", I mumbled. Surely he must be talking to someone behind me. I turned to look, and to my surprise there was no one there. How does he know I'm here? I'm invisible for fuck's sake!

He must have noticed my confusion, if that's even possible, and raised an eyebrow. His lips pressed into a fine line and I felt his eyes examine me thoroughly.

"Nevermind, sorry.. you're not who I thought you were.." He apologized. My eyes widened and I just stared at him, completely and utterly baffled. My lips moved to form words, but no sound came out. Giving me a brisk nod, he turned on his heels and walked away.

I scratched the back of my head and pondered about what just happened. He clearly could see me.. Yet there isn't a possible way he could've? I squinted my eyes and shrugged to myself. That was definitely odd.

Consumed in my own thoughts, I snapped back into reality and realized that the sky had completely changed from a nice salmon to a dark abyss. But the night doesn't disappoint. It's just as beautiful, if not more, than the day. I think people don't realize how amazing night is and just shut it out. It's so peaceful, the dark sky glimmering with millions of stars. Night is so fascinating. But I guess, until your banished and dead like me, you won't ever take the time to appreciate it. I've had many years to. Many, many years. I frowned at the thought. How many years exactly, I can't even remember.. I used to keep track, but now I don't even-

I gasped and a whine whistled through my parted lips. Falling to the ground, I clutched where my heart "should" be. Agony, overwhelming sadness, anger, frustration, humiliation, emptiness, hurt.. and pain. So much pain... All coursing through me at the exact blink of an eye. Emotions I haven't felt in so long.. slapping me in the face with a shovel. What the fuck..

My twisted expression slowly left the icy earth and landed on him. It's him, it's him I know it. I feel it. The pain, the agony, the emptiness.. It was all coming from him. And he, with his dark raven colored hair, was making his way across the street. But there was no crosswalks.. ? And then I saw it. The car, the massive minivan speeding towards him, with no intention of slowing down. Is he trying to get himself killed?! He'll be all over the highway in a matter of seconds!

And then the bitter, bitter truth hit me. I had no way of stopping it, I couldn't save him. If I tried, I would go straight through him, without making any contact. And I would blame myself for his death, watching it while it happened right in front of me, so close yet so far. Powerless to do anything.

I watched him with widened eyes as he turned towards the car and spread his arms. An empty smile formed on his small lips and meaningless tears streaked down his beautiful face. My fist clenched so hard that it surely would have brought blood, if I was still alive. He was trying to get himself killed. I couldn't blame him either. Some pretty messed up shit must have happened to him for him feel so fucked up.

I decided I wasn't going to watch this unfold before my very own eyes. Regardless if I was able to help or not, I was not going to stand here and watch him be smashed into the road.

The car made an ear splitting screech in an effort to stop, but it was too late. And that was my cue. I streaked forward, desperately trying to latch myself onto the broken boy. A minute just in time or too late, I snapped my eyes shut and imagined the nearest park, praying with all my might that I could transport him also. I don't think I could live with myself if I couldn't. I smiled, halfheartedly. I don't think I have a choice with that one.

I slightly opened one eye, unsure if it worked or not. I cried in relief when I saw the broken boy laying in my arms. He was weakly weeping into my shirt, and I cautiously put an arm around him to pull him closer for comfort. He looked so fragile. I felt if I was even slightly rough with him, he might shatter into millions of pieces.

"Shhh, it's okay. Everything's going to be alright.", I mumbled into his ear, and I instantly felt him stiffen. But to my relief, he relaxed in my arms after a while and I could feel his steady breathing hit my neck. I assumed he must be sleeping, for my memory was very cloudy and I couldn't really identify what sleep was anymore. All I remember about it is that it was really just awesome. It was refreshing, and I would do almost anything just to enjoy just one more slumber. I don't get tired, but it would just be nice.

Soft snores came from the raven haired boy's parted lips, making me smile. I squinted my eyes and tried to make sense of all this... All of this nonsense. Sense doesn't apply to the celestial realm. It's not a word where I come from. Yet, this is so odd. I can't touch a human being, I'm invisible to them, yet here I am, holding this fragile boy in my arms. A sudden gasp shot it's way through my thin lips as I recalled an event that happened just over an hour ago. This man, he could see me. In fact, that man bumped into me. I made contact with a human. Does that mean.. I'm free from the curse? The banishment? But the exile is for eternity. I seriously doubt it's that. But other possibilities aren't looking so good either. I groaned in frustration.

The boy slightly stirred in his sleep, and a fuzzy, yet completely clear picture appeared in my mind. I was completely taken aback, jumping at first. But then I focused my mind on the image, and saw that it wasn't just a picture. It was moving, like some sort of video. I squinted my eyes as if to get a better look, realizing that I was in some sort of forest. I looked over to my left and saw a river rushing by. I looked to my right and gasped in shock, taking a step backward. It was the raven haired boy, but younger.. much younger, around 15 or 16 I'd say. He was turned to me; complete terror glistening in his eyes. His jaw dropped open and he muttered something that I could not catch. A silent tear streamed down his chiseled face, and I would love nothing more than to wipe it away, wipe away all those worries and that horrible sadness. He whimpered and slowly trudged towards me, shock still captured in his emotion. He took my hand and that's when I felt it, the aching burn spiraling from just above my stomach. Warm spread throughout my body as I looked down, frightful of what I might see. But I didn't get to see what had the raven haired boy all worked up, the world I had come to known in the past couple of minutes disintegrated before my very eyes, and my vision blurred out to black.

*Gerard's POV

"This is the day!" I giggled to myself, running a hand through my dark hair. I examined myself in the mirror. Dark purple circles had formed around my eyes from lack of sleep, and I hadn't washed my hair in days. I looked absolutely terrible. But fucking awesome. I placed my hands on both sides of the sink.

"Gerard Way, you're never going to be cool." I gave the mirror a toothy smile.That statement somehow satisfied me, it made me feel better about myself, even though I was putting myself down. Is that even possible? Well for me it is. You see, I'm not actually.. normal. I'm different, very different, and very weird. I don't like video games, I like comic books. I don't like soda, I like coffee. And I drink it all damned day.

Oh yea, and I skipped the part where I have no friends. Or family either. I literally had nobody in this world. Just my sad excuse for a 23 year old self. But fuck everyone else, I don't need anyone.

After applying a reasonable amount of eyeliner, I headed downstairs and brewed my coffee. While drinking my black delight, I found myself wondering if I should write some kind of note. It's not like anyone would care what happened to me. Unless Mikey, of course. He just has no idea where I am.

After absentmindedly fiddling with a sharpie, I decided I would. Whatever came to my mind, I scribbled down. All my anger, depression, every last drop of my agony was jotted down on this worn piece of notebook paper. After examining over it a few times, I felt like I left something out. A deep yearning a-

Oh. My expression twisted solemn, and I had nasty butterflies scrape against the sides of my stomach, the one's with spiked wings and needle legs. I wrote it down and folded the note up. I shoved it into my pocket, and quickly finished my coffee.

I was on my way to the door, when a picture suddenly caught a spark in my interest. My legs scrambled over to where it lay. I cautiously picked it up, mildly afraid that it might burn me. I haven't looked at this photo for ages it seems. It was me, Mikey, mom and dad. It was the day we went camping for the first time, and I had accidentally spilled melted marshmallow in Mikey's hair, and I half smiled, fondly remembering the past. It seems like it was a life time ago. Well, technically it was. That was before I went off the deep end, and this is after. It really wasn't my fault though, as soon as my parents realized they liked Mikey more than me, they basically disowned me. I knew Mikey hated it, he hated that Mom and Dad treated him so much better, but he didn't do anything to stop it. And that makes him just like them. I scrunched my brows. Even if, I still do miss Mikey. A lot.. And maybe even my parents a little. Even after all of the terrible things they did to me.

A tear slipped from my eye and landed on my wrist, seemingly taunting me for the scars, new and old. I remember when my used-to-be-Dad called me a "fuckin' pussy" when I accidentally rolled my sleeves up too far and revealed the scars hiding under them. I remember going up stairs to my room, screaming in a pillow, and cutting some more. But nothing, nothing, hurt more than the constant abuse that I received from school. I would get shoved against the lockers and called a worthless waste of space. They would roll up my sleeves and laugh, telling me to just finish the job already. I should have back then, instead of fooling around and deciding to do it now.

I sighed and walked out the door. Maybe I can find some way to make my death look "accidental" or whatever. I stopped at the entrance of the apartment building and took out the sharpie I had. I brought it up to the side of my neck and swirled on the words "YOU'VE WON". Hopefully it looked okay, considering I had no mirror. I pushed my black hair in front of the words to cover them up. I really needed a haircut. Not like it even matters anymore though.

I strolled through the large city, looking for nothing in particular. I stopped at a few stores, occasionally buying something every once and a while. I was in the dressing department when I noticed a pair of eyes on me. I couldn't take it anymore and decided to look and see who was intensely staring me down and making me extremely uncomfortable. My dull hazel eyes met a pair of curious emerald ones. She quickly turned away and I saw the light tint of blush on her cheeks. I was mildly disgusted, well, because I'm not sure that I'm completely straight. I grew up my whole life believing that I was, making everyone else believe I was too. Or it could be that I'm disgusted because people just disgust me in general. Either way, I didn't think it was cute.

I kinda felt bad for just turning and walking straight out of the store, but I didn't regret it. I could tell that she was about to talk to me, and I really didn't want that. What else was I gonna do?

"Wait!" Someone called behind me. Great, It's her. I pretended not to hear and kept walking, increasing my pace slightly. I rolled my eyes when I heard the light scuttle of footsteps behind me. Why can't she just leave me alone! I sharply turned, narrowing my eyes. She was caught off guard and her petite body slammed into mine, but I stood my ground. She scurried away and fixed her hair, blood rushing violently into her cheeks.

"You left this.." She murmured and showed her hand that held a little charm. My eyes widened and I snatched it from her grip, quickly shoving it into my pocket.

"Thanks a lot..." She nodded. I was about to walk away when she handed something else to me. It was a little scrap of paper with numbers on it, her phone number I'm guessing.

"It's Marley, call me!" She winked and stalked back into the store, her head held high.

I looked down at the scrap of paper and momentarily debated on whether to throw it away or not. The heart she drew on it unsettled me, but in the end I decided to keep it for whatever reason.

I kept walking, unsure of what to do next. The sky had almost completely changed from a nice pink orange color to a dark blue. Stars dotted the dark sky in the same arrangement they've been in since, well since forever. Not to be all nerdy and stuff, but it takes 100 years for stars' light to reach Earth. So that means when we look up in the sky and see stars, we're technically looking 100 years in the past.

I gave the sky a crooked smirk, possibly the last I'll ever give. But my smile quickly fell just as fast as it came. My gaze trailed down from the stars to the sidewalk parallel to me. Heart hammering wildly in my chest, my parted lips let out a silent scream. I blinked rapidly and swore my mind was playing tricks on me. That face. I knew that face.

My eyes darted to an large oncoming vehicle. I needed to escape this hell. I was starting to see things. People who weren't real. I took the offer before I had a chance to think. Empty tears streamed down my face as I spread my arms for the oncomimg impact. The car screeched in an attempt to stop and I winced. Goodbye cruel, cruel world. A broken smile formed on my face. I'll try not to miss you too much. My eyes fluttered shut and my mind was surprisingly at peace. I braced myself... for an impact that never came.

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