Angels of Unknown

Frank's POV
I've been living with Gerard for a few days now and I am beginning to understand how things work here.
A woman in her late 50s, Helena is her name, comes over every morning around eight a.m. She had her own key, so she just lets herself in and gets busy cleaning up the place. She seems rather surprised to see me that first day, but she's friendly all the same and doesn't ask many questions. She tells me that she brings in groceries once a week and asks me if I would like anything. I just ask for apples, and she smiles brightly.
"Try to get Master Way to eat some, if you would, as well. He only ever has me pick up coffee, cigarettes, and packaged foods. It can't be good for his health." I tell here I will try and I make shy conversation with her as she quickly keeps busy. She seems nice enough, but not too interested in talking while she works, so I leave her be. She cleans for about an hour, snatches up the check Gerard leaves for her on the counter, causally says goodbye to me, and she's gone, locking the door behind her as she goes.
It's really strange, the situation, that is. Gerard is always very careful to lock himself in his room when she comes over. I take the elevator up to the fourth floor, the master suite and a giant bathroom is the only rooms on the floor. The large elevator doors open up to a cute, miniature hallway containing with a small upright piano covered in dust. Gerard's one rule in the house is that I'm not allowed to tough it, so I don't. It kind of gives me the creeps anyway.
I nock on the giant door to his suite.
"Frank?" He whispers loudly from his room.
"Yep, open up." I hear socks shuffling along the floor and the sound the lock turning. I let myself in. He looks surprised and nervously goes back to his desk to sketch. I walk over and lean over his slumped figure, watching him work intently, although trying not to let my fascination cloud my head. It's so easy to get lost in Gerard's world.
"You do now it's kind of crazy that Helena has been your housekeeper for over a decade and she has yet to see what you look like.
He doesn't look up from his drawing, which is slowly turning into the very intricate face of a man.
"Yes I realize this. But I don't like seeing people. They scare me."
I laugh. "I'm a thief from the streets and you are letting me live at your house, not knowing a thing about me. Oh but people scare you." He smirks as he gracefully swirls his pencil around his characters eyes, darkening them, making them appear. . Threatening.
"Your different than most people, Frank."
Different? I don't feel different.
"I don't know why Frank, but when I look at you I feel. . Safe" Gerard stops sketching and turns his body around to face me. His beautiful eyes shine, his face only inches from my own. "And that is something I doubted I'd ever know." He whispers this. I can feel his cool breathe on my cheek, he smells of coffee and cigarettes. It's intoxicating. I want to. . .
Gerard's POV
Frank kisses me. I freeze. His eyes stay close as he slowly pulls away.
"Gerard, I-I'm sorry I don't know what came over m-"
"No no. It's fine. I think I-" oh no oh no. Fuck. I can feel them coming. It's been several says since the panic attack on the stairs, but it feels the same, maybe even worse. Frank can't see me no no no. What will he think? He already thinks I'm a psycho. What if I scare him away?? What if he fucking leaves me. I can't take being alone again, I won't do it.
"Gerard are you-"
"Leave!" I'm standing now, I can feel myself shaking. It's starting.
"Gerard!-" He already looks terrified. Shit.
"Get out!" I scream louder pointing at the door. He takes a quick breath and hurriedly leaves without another word. As soon as the door slams shut, I collapse to the floor and weep as the voices swarm my mind.

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