Never Coming Home

Hannah's POV

Gerard's eyes widen as he sees me in shock .I look away, with sad, hollowed eyes. He doesn't say anything for a while, before breaking the silence.
"I thought you were in an asylum?"
"For a while yes. Weeks in a straight jacket, people thinking I was going to try what you did." I shake my head at the horrible memories. I can still feel the heat of the bright lights waking me in the early hours of the morning. It wasn't right. You should be awoken by the sunlight, not be bright room lights.
"How did you get back?"
"I convinced them I wasn't insane. I was merely distraught." I say merely like it was mere. Hell, it was torture.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm here to relate to you. You say you lost someone you love through murder. Lots of people. And apparently you believed there was no one that truly understood the pain you were going through. Nobody that had the same experiences. I'm here to tell you that it isn't true. I can relate."
He looks up at me. Tears welling in his eyes. I go over to him and take off the restraints. He rubs his wrists, looking up in the soreness of them. Without another word, I hug him tightly. He doesn't even flinch, he just hugs back, letting the tears fall loosely.
I can't imagine the ripping mental pain he's going through. Each word he's thinking right now. He might not even be thinking anything. Just letting images drift in and out of his mind.
"What was your last image of Michael?" he asks when I release him, sitting back down in the chair.
I can feel the memories climb back up my throat. "He kissed me in the bar, telling me everything was going to be fine. Assuring me not to worry, promising me he would come back." I take a deep, silently choked up breath, looking up, keeping the tears form falling.
"You can cry, you know." he says. "Nobody's judging you. It's only me, here."
I shake my head, taking back in the tears I've saved up. "No. I have no reason to cry."
And then I look at him. "I hope you can take in that Michael would have never wanted you to try anything like this."
He looks down in bitter regret. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to apologize for. But, I'm sorry, I have to go." I say, standing up, and walking out of the room without another word. I pray he'll keep this to himself.

Gerard's POV

I can see Susan's shadow walking back in. I quickly try to put the restraints back on before she can notice they were ever off, but she sees me, anyways.
"Don't put those back on." she says, walking firmly over to me and pulling me out of bed. I look up at her. We're close, very close.
And without a word, she pulls me even closer, into a heated kiss. I keep the warmth from her transfer to me, in every second, I forget the rest of my worries as they melt away in this one moment. And she pulls away for a second. "I'm so sorry, Gerard." she says, tears streaming down her face.
"Don't be, baby girl." I say, embracing her back in to the wonderful kiss, never wanting it to end. I'm not mad anymore. I hardly think it'll be possible to be mad at her ever again. I can feel the energy, and I want to keep in this life until the day I die, which won't be deliberate. I promise myself.
We pull out, and she looks up at me. I give her the warmest look I can muster, embracing her in a close hug. She shuts her eyes and rests her head on my shoulder. My greatest treasure, Susan Hadley...

Notes

Three chapters in one day? There is a such thing as too much Ana, and this is pushing the boundaries XD. Once again, this is the last official chapter, unless you guys want an epilogue. As always, I'll also put a voting poll up for a new fanfic, and then the link to the story, but other than that, this is it. It was a pleasure to have you as audience. As always...happy reading. ^_^