Angels of Unknown

Frank's POV
Shit, it's so fucking quiet. Fuck. I lift myself slowly off the hallway floor.
"Gerard?" I slowly open his door. I don't see him.
"Gee?" I walk in, a bright light is coming from the bathroom, the door left wide open.
"Gerard, hey I-" I walk onto the cool tile, and see him sitting crossed-legged on the floor, blood all over his face. "What the fuck!" I kneel beside him and cup is face in my hands. His eyes flutter open and he smiles slightly.
"Hello, Frankie.."
"Gerard, wha-what happened to you?" He looks so at ease, its unnerving. What have I done to him??
"Oh. oh, what happened?" His eyes widen slightly and he brings his own hands to his face gently laying them atop mine. "I just um accidentally cut my lip is all, but I feel much better now." He smiles, his eyes shinning. Even covered in his own blood, he looks like an angel. It takes me a second before I can speak.
"Gerard-"I begin to whisper, before I'm interrupted by his lips.
After the first moment of shock, I feel myself relax into his kiss. Everything feels right, but I don't understand why. Love isn't supposed to be mentally unstable. Love isn't meant to be so fucked up, it isn't supposed to taste metallic, but I think I love him. How? Why? I don't fucking know. All I know is that as I gently guide Gerard onto his back and as I softly pull away to again gaze into those dark orbs that seem to transcend anything I've ever known, I realize that with out a doubt, I've never felt more at home.
Gerard's POV
This is happening. I slowly open my eyes as Frank's lips gently lift away, and gasp aloud as his gaze locks onto mine. Just the sheer intensity of his stare should set the voices into a frenzy, but everything is silent inside my mind. So silent I can't help but hold my breath as to not spoil its beauty. I don't understand how he does it. How he can look into my soul and for a moment scare away any emotions of pain, loss, or fear that I've ever felt and replace them with something else. An emotion I haven't felt since Mikey died. . .
Frank's POV
All at once I see something in Gerard's eyes change.
"Gerard?" I whisper. My heart aches as I watch small tears begin to fall from his eyes.
"I'm so so sorry. I don't know what I did. I-" I stumble over my words as I gently pull him off the floor and we get to our feet. He just continues to weep. Helpless, I wet a washcloth from the sink and start to wipe off the blood still on his face. He opens his eyes and even as he sobs, a small smile curls on his lips.
"I got b-blood all over y-you." He takes the cloth from my hands and starts cleaning the red off my mouth. I stare in awe of him.
"What are you Gerard way?" My thoughts escaping out of my mouth in a breathless whisper. He stops and looks at the floor as though pondering the question.
"I. . am. ." He looks back up into my eyes and embraces me tightly.

Gerard's POV
He's waiting for an answer. And I want to tell him everything right at this exact moment, but my voice is gone. Instead of waiting for me to speak, Frank whispers in my ear.
"No words I've ever known can describe you."

Notes

Damnt it. I changed the original ending of this chapter, I couldn't take it. It was too soon for me, too soon.