I Need to Think of Better Titles.. I'm Really Sorry

-Luna's POV-
Soon as Frank left I grabbed my broken boy from the couch and lead him to the car. "Luna?" I heard his small voice call.
"Hmm?"
He looked at me through the rearview mirror, "I'm sorry I suck. I'm sorry that you and Frank always have to take care of me." His hazel eyes screamed his pain.
"Don't be sorry hun. You take care of me when I'm sick or when I'm hurt. Why in the hell shouldn't I do the same for you?" I met his gaze for a second before looking back to the road.
"Because you'll get too attached." He muttered.
"What do you mean I'll get 'too attached'? Gerard, I'm already attached." Was he talking about suicide? Too attached? We've been best friends since ever why would I just now be getting 'too attached'?
"I mean that one day I'm not gonna be around anymore and you'll be sad because of it." He sighed it out like as if it had been taking too much room in his lungs. He sees my confusion so he continues, "My parents are talking about moving but I don't think it's going to happen but it could happen." He didn't meet my gaze this time. Was he lying?

Notes

HEY GUISE! I know I haven't updated in a loooooong while but I've been suffering of the dreadful illness called Writers Block. It was bad but now I'm back and ready to keep writing. I know this chapter is short but I promise I'll have a long one up by the end of the say.
-JustaSadNobody <3 :3
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