And You Don't Know A Thing About This Life

Frank's POV

Gerard asked me quietly to rest on the bed, so I did. He sat at the edge, silently, and made a pose that made me think he was speechless. He kept to himself for a while, and I couldn't stand it. I needed to sort this out. "Gerard, please hear me out. I-I'm sorry."

His answer came wispy and depressed. "For what, beautiful?"

"Look," I decided that I needed to be honest just once. I was sorry for something, because it was indeed my fault. "I'm sorry for not hiding it well enough."

Gerard shifted from the edge of the bed to me, and wrapped his thin arms around me. In my mind, I pleaded for him not to cry. That would break my heart. Fortunately, tears did not fall but he did start to talk sweetly. "I-it's okay, I'm n-not gonna j-judge you."

I sighed. He was already judging; he had seen me as his suffering student, a puppy in the rain. People like me didn't want to be seen as helpless, we wanted to be seen as a normal person. I'm practically your average teenager, after all.

"Gerard, I know I'm broken. But, I'm still a person. I like things like you like. I like to talk, eat, laugh, dance, sing. I'm nothing but a broken person, who is slowly trying to put myself together again."

"Oh Frankie," he replied and pulled me in closer. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

He didn't let go. I liked that.

Notes

new chapter!! c: