Your eyes are vacant & stained (frerard)

FRANK’S P.O.V
I was feeling awful, still mourning in self-pity over the fact I let my love go. The break was called, and I seated myself in front of the television, the same old channel.
‘A 14 year old girl was brutally murdered by her mother has now a life-sentence in jail’
I glanced across to see a middle-aged woman smirking, evilly. I swallowed, hard and edged away from her, guessing she was the mother. The news continued to bleat on about useless information. Apart from one thing.
‘A boy, not even reached 18 years old, committed suicide yesterday night. His name was Gerard Way… He was in a relationship with Frank Iero, who was recently imprisoned because of this.’
I cleared the large lump that was forming in my throat, picking myself 100 times to see if I was dreaming.
‘He left a note, for his family.
To my brother,
I’m sorry for being extra-weight on your shoulders, Mikey. For always pulling you down when you’re trying your hardest to be okay. And the truth is, you’re perfect. You’re the better brother, the one that belongs on this Earth. Mikey, you are not just my brother, you are my best friend. I just… I don’t think there is room for me on this Earth anymore; I don’t even think Mum or Dad care. Thank you for everything you have done for me, Mikes. I love you so much, just remember that. I’ll watch over you, and keep you safe; I’ll make sure that you don’t fall in love like I did… Falling in love will kill you.
-xoxoG.
To Mum and Dad,
I’m sorry for being myself. I’m sorry for all the problems I have. I’m sorry for being gay… I’m sorry for dating my teacher. I couldn’t help it; he’s just so perfect… It’s my fault that you’re both stressed and arguing and I think this would give you some room, if you didn’t have me in your life anymore. I think it would be better, because all of your concerns will go, because most of them were because of me. I love you both so very much, even if I never got the chance to say so.
-Gerard.
And, a recording, to the teacher he fell in love with. Frank Iero. It will be delivered to him in jail.’
I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t do anything. It’s not real. It can’t be real.
“Am I dreaming? Fuck this nightmare,” I whispered, harshly. The woman next to me just stared at me as I told myself I was dreaming. The next thing I know, a recording was shoved into my hand, and I received space, therefore, I could watch it. I slipped it into the television. There, on the screen, was my beautiful Gerard Way. His hazel eyes, his tangled back hair, his upturned nose, his cracked lips. It was him. As he opened his mouth, words poured out which hit me like millions of tonnes of rock.
“To my perfect Frank,” He paused to look at the screen, and then glance back down. “You have no idea how much you changed my life. Before meeting you, I was worse than I am. I was horrendous. When you walked into my life, everything changed. You cleared up every flaw in me, you helped me, and you saved me. I still couldn’t believe you kissed me on that day. I couldn’t believe it then, and I can’t believe it to this very day. Everything was perfect, until Bert… It’s my entire fault. I’m sorry, I’m so, so, dearly sorry, that I allowed myself to get close to him. You wouldn’t be in jail right now, if I wasn’t here. This has made me come to a choice… I’ve been locked in my room for days; I refused to talk to anyone. The truth is, I’ve been drinking, also. But none of it worked… I couldn’t just wash away the pain. I couldn’t forget it. Forget those words you said. It isn’t working. I… I understand, though. I knew you would be too perfect for me, from the start. But, thank you, for everything you’ve done for me… But, there isn’t any need for me to be in this world anymore, there isn’t any point. See, all I have done is caused trouble, chaos, and hurt people. I know you can survive without me, because you were happy before I came into your life… It’s a difference, Frank. I can’t survive without you. It was obvious, because I was a mess before you came into my life. But you can survive without me, because you were fine before. You have no faults… Everything about you is just…Beautiful. My family don’t need me, I’m just extra luggage, I suppose… Oh, I decided to record this because… I didn’t want it to just be a letter. I wanted something more – to prove to you how much you mean. You were right, though, and so was I. I am a butterfly. And as I said, butterflies are fragile and weak, and they eventually die out.
Thank you for everything.
You’ll fall in love again, Frank, I promise.”
There was a blank screen. I felt every part of me die.
“No…” I whispered. “NO! THIS CAN’T BE FUCKING HAPPENING!”
He couldn’t be dead. I took out the tape, and stared at it.
“I could never ever fall in love again… I can’t… I loved you… I LOVE you. So much… Nothing will ever change, Gerard, why did you do this!?” I started screaming, my throat hurt, and the guards attempting to get me to my cell.
“LEAVE ME ALONE, ASSHOLES!” I yelled, struggling to free myself from the guards’ grip. I accidentally dropped the tape, and I watched it, helplessly, as the guards shoved me into my cell, and locked me in there.
“GERARD!” I yelled, staring outside of the window. “GERARD!”
My shouting voice soon became whispers of sorrow as I clutched my chest and cried. I cried so hard. So fucking hard.
“He can’t… Be…” I muttered, staring up through my blurry vision. A faded, hazy figure approached me. He had the same, knotted hair, the same pale skin, the same hazel eyes, the same lips.
“Gerard?” I croaked. I was hallucinating, I must’ve been. That was then, two bright, white, broad wings rose from his back, made from feathers.
“I’m sorry,” His angelic voice whispered. “Maybe it’s me that left you… But, I knew you are better off without me,”
“I’m not, Gerard, look at me,” I mumbled, staring at myself. He had tears in his eyes, and as they fell, it started raining. They streamed down his cheeks, and the rain got harder.
“My beautiful butterfly…” I stood up; reaching out to touch him, but his presence vanished, like he was called back to heaven. The rain became a thunderstorm.
- - - !! YEARS AND YEARS LATER !! - - -
“Yes, yes! What’s the date today, babe?” I asked the woman, named Jamia.
“It’s the 9th of April, honey. Why?” Jamia smiled.
“Oh…” My heart knew it. “I’m going out somewhere, okay? I’ll be back later,”
“Sure thing, husband!” Jamia stated, laughing a little as I bolted out the door. I clambered into my car, pulling on my seatbelt and I probably went over the speed limit numerous of times, as I pulled up to the iron gates. The cemetery gates.
- - -
It took me a couple of minutes to find the row where he was. I glanced up, to see a family. I recognised them. The brother, Michael Way, was a grown man. The mother and father, Donna and Donald Way, were both old and fragile, but still capable. Michael Way fell to his knees, placing the flowers there. I heard the whispers amongst them.
“Happy Birthday, big bro. I still miss you to this very day. So fucking much… Y’know, I’m still with Pete… Ha… You got us together. You helped us. Thank you so much… But, why? Why did you leave us? Why did you go…? I love you so very much… Rest in peace,” Michael Way stood up, staring at his parents, who were crying.
“My artistic son, my hope, my dream. Happy Birthday. I love you so much. I’m sorry for all the hassle you thought you caused, when you really didn’t… We’ll hopefully see you soon, in heaven, though. I love you, my angel.” Donna Way croaked. Donald Way held her close as she wept into his shoulder. And with that, they left. I strode up to it.
“Gerard Arthur Way,” I smiled, sadly, dropping to my knees, like his brother did, sighing. “I miss you. To this very fucking day. I may be married… But, there isn’t one day where I wish she was you. There is not one day, when she holds my hand; I wish it was your hand. There is not one day, when she hugs me; I wish it was your embrace. There is not one day, when she kisses me; I wish it were your lips… You were wrong, Gerard. I haven’t falling in love again. I still love you. I still love you to this very fucking day. I love you so much. Why did you have to go? Couldn’t you have visited me? We could’ve sorted it out… I’ve got you some things, as I know it’s your birthday today.” I settled down, his drawing of a butterfly that said ‘Thank You’ across it, I settled down a The Smiths top. I placed some flowers down. When I glanced up, through my tears, I saw a butterfly, sitting itself on his gravestone. I sniffed, clearing my throat.
“There is not one day, that I don’t think of you, my butterfly,” I whispered. I felt a presence next to me; I glanced there, and saw the same, faded and hazy figure of him that I saw. I must’ve been hallucinating again.
“I’ve been there every-day, watching you. I’ve seen you. I’ve tried to talk to you, but you never listened to me.” He glanced at the floor, his bright white wings showed from his back. “Only when you choose to listen to angels, then you will know they are there…”
“I’m sorry; I always think of you, I want you back… Gerard…” I protested.
“You don’t need me, though, Frank. You have…Jamia Iero. You’ve survived without me… Carry on doing that,” He was close to me; I could smell his gorgeous scent. “You helped me, I’m helping you.”
“Please-”
I was cut off by somewhat ironic angelic feeling on my lips. I saw that he was kissing me. I kissed back, immediately, being able to feel an… An Angel. I gripped his top, feeling the tears trickle down my cheeks as I kissed him, and he kissed back. It was unlike the others we had shared. It was slow, painful, romantic, careful. He pulled away, staring at me.
“I can’t cry because then it will rain,” He laughed, shakily.
“Couldn’t I just live with you? You as an angel? Why can’t that work?” I queried. Gerard glanced up at the heavens, and pointed.
“That’s my home,” He muttered.
“But why can’t it be with me, Gerard? I order you to stay with me! I’m the teacher, remember?” I tried to lighten the mood, but only ended up crying.
“Don’t cry over me, I’m not worth your time,” He said, softly, and I felt his hands wipe away my tears, gently. Every moment he made was elegant and delicate.
“You are worth my time… It’s been years and I’m still… Still grieving,” I gritted my teeth. I felt the patter of light rain on my shoulders. I glanced up to see small tears falling from his eyes.
“I really need to go,” He whispered. “Thank you for the gifts,”
He bent down and took them in his hand. He stared at the painting he had once done for me. The clouds darkened. He stared up at me, his eyes were watering like crazy.
“I love you, Frank Iero,”
“I love you, my beautiful butterfly angel,”

Notes

A/N: IM SO SO SORRY HOW I ENDED THIS I KNEW ALL OF U WANTED IT TO BE A HAPPY ENDING BUT IT ISNT,,,
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