Just One More Bite

Frank woke up in the morning, and I greeted him while making pancakes. Maybe I should have told him what else happened last night. I mean, I found him on the bathroom floor, and dragged him onto the hotel's couch without one noise. I figured that I needed an explanation from him, so I handed him a pancake with some strawberries and syrup. I would have offered coffee as well, but I was still making a second batch(I drank all of the first batch). He eyed the food.

"No thank you," he said, politely, while tying his shoes. I frowned slightly, but pushed it off to the side. Stabbing a fork into mine, I questioned. "What happened yesterday, Frank?"

Frank shrugged and ran his fingers through his hair, casually slicking his bangs to the side with ease. "You said you loved me, I slept and the end." I nodded in understanding, but I was still confused on the fact that I found him in the restroom.

"What were you doing," I asked, chewing slowly into my syrupy breakfast. "In the bathroom?"

This was strange. Frank peered down to his hands, locked into one another, and smiled immediately. It was almost as if he faked a smile right in front of me. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "What did you think I was doing?"

"Why do you think I'm asking?" I replied. "If I'm asking, that means I have no clue."

His eyes, beautiful, had been tainted somehow. They were somewhat sad. "You're not asking, I'm not telling."

"Frank, I am asking. And you should be answering."

"Gerard, I know exactly what you're thinking," he croaked. "You think I'm dead, don't you?"

Oh no. Not this again. I couldn't stand Frank crying for the first time, imagine making him cry for the second. I cooed him with gentle words. "No, no Frankie. It's okay, it's okay."

"I'm not dead, I only look that way!"

"You're not dead," I lied. I knew he was dead after all. If he's not a human and he's not a robot (as far as I know), then he must be dead. His eyes pleaded and spoke; you don't believe me, do you?

"Way out nowhere, take me out there..." he spoke. "Far away, and save me."

"From what?" I was genuinely concerned. I would die inside knowing somebody was hurting my Frank.

"From my self destruction, I'm hopeless for you," he sighed. "Maybe it's better if we pretend like we never met."

What? Just the other day, I could have sworn Frank wanted to be with me for all his life. And now he wants to pretend like we never met? "Frank, what's going on?"

"Something that I have to face alone," he said bitterly.

I felt torn to shreds. I found someone beautiful in my life, and they had decided to break my heart already.

"Frank, I thought you loved me."

"I do," Frank answered.

"You love me, and you let me go?"

"Exactly."

Notes

sorry if you were expecting a frozen chapter :/ I haven't even seen frozen; this title's from Escape The Fate, not Disney (the closest to something frozen I've seen is a fridge)

but...I hope you liked this chapter