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

"It was the fourth time that week I had woken up screaming for him." I couldn't bare to say his name. It was too much for me. I wasn't over him; couldn't get over him.
"Gerard.." Pete took a deep breath and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. He was going to tell me there was nothing he could do for me. He was going to tell me I was sick. I was revolting. He was going to- "It's only Tuesday." He told me as if I didn't know that.
"I know."
"Does anyone sleep with you? Cuddle you?" Pete asked, biting his lip. I could tell he really didn't want to know. He was afraid of overstepping boundries and I admired that about him.
"U-um-"
"Does anyone sleep with you like Mikey used to?"Oh.
"Oh. Um, no. Frank sleeps besides me but-'
"You shared a bed with him when you were younger, didn't you?" Pete asked, leaning forward on his elbows, only a desk separating us. "What have your dreams been about?"
"Us being younger. Before we, you know."
"Exactly. Frank is the problem here." The words echoed in my head, I barely caught on to what he said next. "He always has been the problem, hasn't he?" I nodded glumly.
"But, I already won't let him touch me. He'll be crushed."
"I'll call him, Gerard. Tell him it's best for you. That's all he wants right now." Pete tried to comfort me.
"Right now." I grumbled. "He'll leave me - everyone does eventually."

Notes

I've been trying to write this all day ugh
I'm sorry it's taken so long