Be The Flame In The House Of Cards

Gerard's friends started to exit the room, one by one. Soon enough, Gerard had himself slouched unto his bed once again. I caressed my fingers into his hair. "I loved that song."

"I loved that song, too. I remember that day like it was yesterday..."

"What day?"

"Mikey was going...and I was going...and he and I we..."

"Who's Mikey? W-what were you doing with him?"

"We were supposed to meet at the...but I..."

His eyes, seemed so truthful, so filled with memories. A few seconds had passed and his eyes had returned to a normal state.

"Frankie, why must you know know everything?" he started.

"Because I want to help you," I replied.

"Not even you can help me out of this grave that I dug."

"But if I try,... Gee, I care for you."

"Please, go," he muttered. "Tony and I need to speak."

"How long will it take?"

"Long. Give me the day, will you?"

Notes

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