We Lit The Fire And It's Burning Bright

Frank's POV

"Gerard, something's wrong."

"I've smoked since I was nine years old, Frank. I got this under control."

He smiled grimly, and I felt the need to hug him. But I didn't.

"G-Gerard, you have to promise me that you're okay."

He sighed. "Frank, promise me you'll never smoke. One cigarette can cut ten years off your lifespan."

I ignored him. "A-are you okay?" I asked.

Gerard simply parked his vehicle and stepped inside the store, leaving me in the passenger's seat. When he arrived back a couple minutes later, I asked him once again.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm not okay," he mumbled. "I promise."

Notes

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