Vision

“Gerard,” I couldn’t help but let out a quiet sob, “I don’t want to leave you.”
We had held this off for as long as possible, but it was the sad truth of reality, nothing is ever perfect. My sister and I were moving in with our father, to New Jersey. Quite a long way from Chicago, Illinois.
“Hey, hey” Gerard held me in his arms, “I’m from New Jersey remember? I’ll always find a way back there. I promise.”
He kissed me on my forehead and pulled me to him, I could feel his shuddering breaths, holding back tears.
“I’m gonna miss you.”
“I’m gonna miss you too. Hey, look up a guy named Frank Iero while you’re in Jersey, okay? He’s good people.”
“Okay.” I sniffled again.
“Take this, don’t lose it, please.” He handed me a notebook, simple, spiral bound, one mechanical pencil clipped to it. I opened it to find that it was completely empty save for a few words ‘call me – 973-889-2392 I love you’
“I love you too Gerard.” I held the notebook tightly to my chest like it was a life raft from a sinking ship.
I didn’t care who saw, I grabbed Gerard’s shoulders and held him to me, kissing him as hard as I could, wanting to remember the feeling of his lips on mind, the awkward feeling of our noses squished together, his hot breath on my face, smelling like cigarettes.
I didn’t want to ever let him go, I couldn’t. I ran my hands through his red hair, tugged on the hem of his Misfits t-shirt, the same shirt he had worn that first night I slept in his bed.
One last time, I buried my face in his neck, memorizing the smell of him, the feeling of my lips on his skin. I willed myself not to cry, I wouldn’t let his memory of me be a sad one, I wanted him to remember the happy, strong-willed boy he fell in love with. I would see him again, I knew I would, but it still hurt, it hurt like my heart was being ripped from my chest, but I knew it would be safe in Gerard’s hands.
Love is always like this, painful, beautiful, torn apart by distance and a change of fate. But even with distance between us, the love Gerard and I had for each other could never be ignored. Maybe one-day people can read about a red haired angel named Gerard and his forbidden love for a human boy named Chris.




The End

Notes

The end guys.
I love you all so so much and it means the world to me that you all kept reading to the end.
Unfortunately I will not be continuing the story of Chris and Gerard, maybe they'll feature in other stories I write but I'm not sure.
Thank you Killjoys.

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