I was lying down next to Frank that night. He was so cold. But he wasn't dead, I could feel the shallow little breaths that the machine were creating for him escape his lips. It comforted me a little to know that I still had him, even if it was only for a short while longer. My hand decided to stroke his hair and the tears started to flow again. Our first kiss filled my mind.

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It was a cold October evening. Saturday and me and Frank were watching a horror movie. Well I guess it was Franks birthday to be in fact.

Frank was leaning on me, I had my arm wrapped around him, smiling. As usual he smelled like beer and weed.

"So, Gerard I was thinking. . . Well since it is my birthday, well maybe we could well. . ." Frank stuttered.

I smiled at his speech. "Do what?"

He laughed. "Well maybe. . ."

I laughed and leaned in to kiss him. I could feel his smiles as I tangled my fingers in his hair. His hair was greasy and stringy but I loved it.

He pulled away and smiled. "Yeah thats what I was trying to say."

I laughed.

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The memory brought me to tears. His hair felt exactly the same now as it did then. The only difference was it didn't smell like pot and beer. He smelled like a first aid kit. So i cried for a good hour before falling asleep.