3 : 28

3 : 28
Frerard
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The clock ticked and his heart beat matched the pace—his fingers tapped on the desk and his eyes focused on the clock, 3: 28 am, and Gerard was wide awake. He sat back in his chair, arms sluggish on the rests as his eyes wandered off on the patterns of his apartments ceiling. He hadn’t rested since yesterday and his insomnia was just getting started. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what bothered him, he had a work load up to his shoulders that he was slowly chewing through—usually work was always the answer but as of recent, it wasn’t…

Searching in the patterns it dawned on him like the sun had risen after a dark night—unrequited love.

Everything was mute except the ticking of that godforsaken clock within the room, he closed his eyes as the memory fleshed out with nostalgia.

He felt the soft touch of a familiar palm to the side of his cheek, opening his eyes they laid upon Frank’s brightly lit hazel eyes that beheld a world of mystery and mischief Gerard had never explored in his life. The smile of the younger man warmed Gerard’s heart as Frank mouthed inaudible words that didn’t register in Gerard’s mind with the blinding sun and the sound of children laughing and shouting.

They were at a park, it was the second time they had seen each other, Gerard gazed down at the grass, a book he was reading flopping onto his lap as Frank continued to watch Gerard.

“You okay?” Frank asks as he reaches his hand out in offering, Gerard takes the offer and is up on his feet with the book in hand. “What are you reading?”

Gerard smiled cheekily, “Promise not to make fun of me?”

Frank shook his head, “I’m making no promises…”

Gerard shrugged, “Good enough… A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

Frank tried his best from what Gerard could tell, holding back on bursting into laughter, “You like reading plays?”

Gerard yet again shrugged, “I enjoy many fine literatures, Shakespeare happens to be a secret indulgence of mine.”

“Secret…” Frank chewed on the word and half smirked, “So, you’re a man of many secrets then?”

Gerard rolled his eyes, “Everyone has secrets…”

Frank laughed, “Not me.”

Gerard scrunched his nose, “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“I’ll make you into a believer, Gerard.”

Gerard admired Frank’s humble and open approach but for selfish reasons, as the man really enraptured Gerard. Frank was someone so new in Gerard’s life it was his own secret indulgence

Gerard opened his eyes to the ceiling and that irritable ticking of that fuckin’ clock. His eyes were wet but his entire being was restless. He finally looked at the time, it was still 3: 28 AM, somehow, everything was just so sudden in his mind but everything else around him was agonizingly slow.

He made a failed attempt at trying to sleep and rest his eyes, he laid on his king sized bed that made him feel small almost like the bed could swallow him up whole—he blamed the fact he couldn’t manage to keep anything down but coffee and smokes.

It was as if he was on an island exclusive to just him and his memories, the memories that were imprinted not only in his mind and heart, but physically too. The moment he closed his eyes yet again to the ticking of the clock his mind went to Frank, he wanted to forget, but never had quite the will to let go, after all… Frank was a difficult memory to let go of.

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