You only hear the music when your heart begins to break

*Frank’s POV*
I was standing outside of Gerard’s door with my hand on the handle. My body wouldn’t let me go in. Something was stopping me from doing so. The doctor told us he was awake and oddly enough was requesting me and not his brother or ray. That’s gotta hurt Mikes but when I asked he said it was fine and I could be the first one to see him. I finally got enough courage and opened the door and stepped back into his room shutting it behind me.

I turned around and noticed something different. I could fell a pair of eyes on me. I looked over my shoulder and my eyes landed on Gerard. He was sitting up in bed and still had his IV and breathing tubes in but was staring at me as I crossed the floor and sat in the chair next to his bed. I wiped away the rest of the tears before he could see him, But it appears he had already seen them.

He reached up and gently wiped them away with the pad of his thumb and whispered hoarsely, “baby don’t cry.” (A/N anyone get that Uncle Cracker reference?) I flinched at the name baby, it’s been awhile since someone I carried about called me that.

I whispered to match the sound Gee was making. “I-It’s my fault…”

He vigorously shook his head. “No, no, no,no Franklin I don’t want you to EVER think it’s your fault. Because it’s not. It’s my own fault that I’m here. I couldn’t see the shit that was right in front of me. I couldn’t see my true love.” He looked up at me in the eye and whispered. “And that is you Frank, I love you.”

My breath caught in my throat and I looked at him scared. I didn’t know how to respond. So I did the most logically think. I got up and left the room quickly not looking back at his expression. I shut the door rather hard getting a disapproving look from a nurse, I waved to her in apology and started pacing the hall talking to myself.

“He doesn’t know what he’s saying. He’s doped up on drugs, he has to be. It’s the pain killers talking. Its not him.” I nodded and slide down the wall slowly with my head in my hands knowing that I was just lying too myself and that he did mean it. I didn’t know what to do. I mean earlier that day, I admitted to Mikey that I did love him. but I don’t know. I don’t know anymore. I may or I may not.

Notes

So on my last post im sorry that i sounded like a bitch :/

but the reason my updates will be awhile is a) i have track in the spring

Three weeks ago i managed to fracture my toe by slamming it into a doorway and have been in a boot ever since oops

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~IdiotDeathJoy