We Lit The Fire And It's Burning Bright

Frank's POV

Temper pulled her legs up to her chest and remained silent once we see Gerard exiting the apartments.

"Let's start a conversation," I suggested, whispering. "Right...now."

"Frank, don't you think Black Sabbath's gonna split up soon?" she asks loudly. I give her a stern look so she acts more convincing.

"Nah, they got their tour in the bag. They'll play till they can't play anymore."

"I guess you're right," she replies.

Gerard sits in the car and buckles his seatbelt. "Sorry if I took too long to change my shirt. Time flies."

We nod.

He lights a cigarette and puffs out the monochrome smoke. "So, where do you guys wanna go?"

"Let's head to that burger place," Temper suggested. "Get ourselves a snack."

Gerard smiles nervously. "Frank, is that okay with you?"

I feel as if guilt is suffocating me. "Yes," I croak. I clear my throat. "Yes."

Notes

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