How Wrong We Were To Think That Immortality Meant Never Dying (Waycest/Frerard)

"When did you start using drugs?" The question cut into Gerard's thoughts and he mumbled out a response, muffled by his shirt sleeve. His therapist, Peter Wentz, repeated the question.
"A year ago, when my brother died." Gerard snapped, although he wasn't fully in the stupid office. Be was back when times were good, when Mikey was alive.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Lies. "How did he die?" Pete scribbled something into the paper, his voice softening in a way that made Gerard sick.
"Suicide." Gerard crossed his arms as Pete looked up at him with expectant eyes, another question burning a hole through his tongue.
"Do you miss him?" Gerard clenched his teeth and fists. These questions were ridiculous.
"He was my first love." Gerard hung his head, letting that sink in. He wasn't ashamed of his feelings for Mikey, but Frank belived the therapy was helping, which it wasn't, so he didn't want to get kicked out.
"Did he know?" Pete asked, not missing a beat as he scribbled on the paper.
"Of course." Gerard laughed dryly. Everyone within a ten mile radius of me knew."
"That obvious, huh? Did your mother know?"
"I believe she did. She never confronted me about it. She left the house to me and she moved out."
"Moved out of her own home?"
"Oh, no. That place was never her home."
"This brother, who is he?"
"Mikey Way." A small smile formed on Gerard's lips. "The kindest boy I ever met. I destroyed him. I took his innocence and tampered him with my filth. Aren't an awful human being?"
"Not at all." Pete sighed, looking up from his paper as he cracked his knuckles. "Why do you say these things about yourself?"
"I fell in love with my brother and then fucked with his best friend." Gerard stated plainly, soulless eyes meeting Pete's. "I made both fall in love with me and I broke them both down. Mikey killed himself because of me and I don't know why Frank is still by my side."
"Do you love Frank?"
"I thought I did." Gerard admitted. "Lust is a powerful game."
"You lusted after Frank?"
"Have you met him?" Gerard answered the question with his own.
"Indeed."Pete nodded.
"Don't you?"
"I see where you're coming from." Pete smiled gently. The first emotion Gerard's ever seen him experience. "Now, if you loved Mikey, why hurt him?"
"Frank liked me. Mikey told me. Frank was in love with me. I fell in love with my brother and fucked my student."
"Frank was your student?"
"So was Mikey."
"Wow." Pete fish sighed up writing, placing his own down and leaning on his elbows.
"When did you start self harming?"
"Just before Mikey died."
"How does that make you feel?"
"Like a failure." Gerard sighed, leaning back in the chair, letting his eyes slip shut. "Mikey achieved and had the guts for what I didn't."

Notes

Ah, I'm back! And thisstoryisreallysadimsorry
Can we talk about Pete's new hairstyle?
Or howmuchifuckinglovegerardway
Because I love him a lot