The Angel In My Attic

*Gerard’s P.O.V.*
“You can’t love me Frank, I’m not real, and I don’t love you.” It killed me to say those words to Frank. I was lying, I loved Frank more than anything, I wanted to spend my life with him, growing old together, maybe even adopting children together. But reality always destroyed that fantasy, it would never happen because it simply was impossible. Frank needed to move on, find someone he could touch, someone who could actually hold him and protect him rather than just tell him not to do something. Frank needed someone that I could never be.

Right now I wish I was really dead, because it destroyed me to say those words, but also to watch Frank as he comprehended what I had said. I watched as his eyes grew wide with shock then began to fill with tears, his shoulders slumping.

“Frank I’m sorry but you need to forget about me.” I said averting my eyes from his figure. I couldn’t bare to look at him as I destroyed the last of his already broken heart. I heard him sob then stop and wipe his eyes. His breathing evened and then everything was quiet.

“You're right Gee” Frank said. Before I could ask what I was right about he continued.

“I can’t love you. You are so right. You are a fucking dick, I thought you atleast liked me a little bit, but no! You just led me on. I bet you don’t fucking care about me. So I want you to leave, I don’t want to hear you or see you. I should forget about you and I will. To think I told you everything and you didn’t even care!” He screamed at me. His face redder than a tomato. I had never seen this side of him and I wanted to tell him, tell him something to calm him down. I wanted to tell him the truth but, I couldn’t.

“Frank I do-”

“Fucking leave! I don’t ever want to see you again! I hate you! Get the fuck out! NOW!” He screamed so loud I think the whole neighborhood heard. He turned away from me and I bolted to my attic. When I got there I just cried. When I finally cried my heart out onto the ground I sat and felt the emptiness all around me. I had hurt Frank, I had taken his happiness because I thought I wasn’t good for him. If I told him I loved him, I ruined his chance of ever having an actual life. He needed to live after being beaten and brought down his whole life, and I didn’t want to be the one that held him back. Once he was done with high school it would be his time to shine, I just wanted to watch him live and not being with him was the way to do it.

As the days past he didn’t come to see me, but I watched him. I would watch him as he slept. He would sob in his sleep, the most heart wrenching sobs that I could only listen to and not fix. I always watched over him, I couldn’t help it, he was perfect. On the fifth day of not interacting, I heard him call out for someone. I snuck down from the attic and found him walking around the house calling my name. He looked so upset I almost wrapped my arms around him and told him how stupid I had been, that I loved him more than he could ever understand, that I should have never lied to him, that I was sorry.

I didn’t though, I just hid and watched him for a minute, his big beautiful eyes filling with tears. I left for my attic almost turning around but not for Frankie’s sake.

“Please Gee I need you, please”

Notes

so long time no update. You can blame school for this, it has been the death of me. SO MUCH HOMEWORK. so what do you think? Only two more chapters (I think...) before the alternate ending! So exciting! Any who, I have sooo many more ideas for stories. Thank you for reading this story, putting up with my sicknesses and continuing to read! much love guys <3!!!