Heart-Shaped Box (Frerard)

Gerard Author Way. Loving son and caring brother. That's what his tombstone said, anyway. But no, the harsh reality was the Gerard Way was a fuck up. Gerard Way cared too much about how he was a failure that he didn't understand he had everything he needed. He didn't have a perfect body, but he had a perfect boyfriend. He didn't have any self confidence but he had a brother who was confident in him. It was a shame that it took four beers and a half bottle of vodka to realize this, but by the time he did, it didn't matter anyway. He was too far gone. Only what Gerard didn't know was that when he distanced himself from his brother an his boyfriend, he actually just pushed the two closer. Michael Way and Franklin Iero - best friends. Only now they were making out under the bleachers, Gerard aside. Hearts wouldn't ache and spirits wouldn't break at the thought that Gerard Way never made it past his seventeenth birthday. No one would care that he wasn't in his usual place besides Frank or in his bedroom. The world wouldn't stop spinning, he was no body. Perhaps people would be remorseful and murmur, "a shame" to Mikey and Frank when they themselves couldn't care. Gerard Way didn't make friends and now, never again. He'd finally be with his mother and grandmother again. They'd finally be reunited and he'd be happy again. Tell me, can you still get into Heaven when you have made absolutely nothing of yourself? When you finally made the right choice, ending it in death, no less? Do you get into Heaven for being selfish?

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Aaand this is the end!