I Still Think You're Beautiful

I wake the next morning to bright sunlight pouring in through window. I blink my eyes a few time and turn on to my side, expecting to see Frank's tiny body still sleeping next to mine, but there's nobody there. The bed is empty. My heart drops.

I sit up slowly,my eyes wandering around the room in search of any sign that Frank is still there. My eyes settle themselves on the nightstand where I spot a piece of paper folded in half along with one of the roses and one of Frank's skeleton gloves. My breathe hitches as I notice his clothes are gone off the floor and mine are folded neatly on a chair. My hands shake as I reach for the piece of paper and slowly unfold it, taking deep collected breathes. On the paper are two single words, written in Frank's scratchy handwriting, 'I'm sorry.'

I drop the paper and sigh as tears threaten to leave me eyes. I don't know what I did wrong this time. This just shows that he doesn't love me and he never did. I grab my phone off the nightstand and dial Frank's number, it's ring two times before he picks up. "Frank?" I say into the phone, the other end is silent and I can hear is Frank's slow breathing. He breaks the silence by whispering, "I'm sorry, I really am."

"I love you Frank..." I choke out as tears start to fall. "Why did you do this?"

"I'm sorry Gerard...." He says again, "I just can't do it anymore...I'm sorry..."

"Frank what do you-" But before I can finish, he hangs up.

Notes

sorry for the shortness. I just had to get something out