We Don't Fight Fair

Frankie? No it doesn't work like that. He doesn't get to do that to me. That's when someone knocked. And it wasn't like a soft, quiet knock. It was like a pounding I knew who it was and opened it immediately. "So you couldn't tell me the truth?" I demanded to Frank's tear-stained face. He nodded and looked down ashamed. I lost it. I shoved past him and ran. I was running and began to cry. I heard Frank yell at me and beg me to return. It was just like that night at the treehouse. That only made me cry harder as I sprinted into the darkness.

It was over. It was time to be done now. I ran to the other side of town to the convenience store. I remember burying that thing a few years ago. I dug it back out again. My hands, now caked with dirt, yanked out my .44 pistol I had abandoned. Now was the time.

Frank's p.o.v.

I felt horrible. After Gerard bolted, Mikey came down in turbo-brother mode, and screamed at me. How I ruined Gerard's chance at happiness, and his own. I couldn't stop myself from breathing heavily and crying.

i ran after him, ignoring (with difficulty) Mikey's choked up curses. I went straight to that fucking bridge that ruined my life. I saw Gerard standing on the ledge with a gun in his hand. "GEEARD NO! PLEASE GERARD DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE I LOVE YOU! " He looked straight at me and said quietly "I'll see you soon, my love." And I watched the love of my life splatter blood against the concrete and he fell limp off the side of the brisge

Notes

Well hello there! So he's gone FOREAL. And sorry for the late updates! But this story really isn't going anywhere, so here ya go!

Love you guys!

-Erinosaur <3