(Gerard's P.O.V.)

Three agonizing weeks went by and I was a complete and utter mess. I haven't picked up a pen, pencil, or paint brush since things ended with Frank.

It's been tearing me apart inside, but I'm still heart broken.

Last week, Frank and I had a conversation face to face about what he did. He said he cheated with Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day. I said I didn't want to know what happened, but I had Frank tell me anyway.

I could feel my heart break yet again when I heard the words fall from Frank's mouth. I was furious, he slept with someone he had a past with. I couldn't believe it.

I told Frank that I'm done. We're finished. He lied to me. I thought Frank told me about all his past relationships, but not this one.

My younger brother has been on my case and told me to go out and live a little. I always refuse. I never go anywhere unless I absolutely have to. I look like shit and it doesn't phase me.

I am depressed and nothing matters to me anymore. I lost the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Now he's gone and threw our relationship out the window.

"Even if he begs me to take him back, I'm not going to." I turned to my friend Ray Toro.
"Man, you shouldn't take him back anyway. He doesn't deserve you."
"You're too good for that lying, cheating douchebag."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I still care about him."
"I understand that, but you have to move on. Moping around isn't gonna help."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Here's an idea. Come to the movies with your brother and I tonight?"
"I-I don't know, Ray. I haven't been out in almost a month."
"My point exactly. Now let's go!"
"Ugh fineeee." I surrendered and went to take a shower before my stench kills someone.

Going out for the first time in practically a month was strange. I was very uncomfortable and Ray and Mikey could sense that, so after the movie was over we came right back to my house.

Ray felt bad for pushing me like that but I assured him it wasn't his fault. It's just been a while. I told them I'll definitely try to go out with them again though.

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(Frank's P.O.V.)

I officially became roommates with Bob since Gerard and I broke up. I can't believe that it's actually over between us. I guess a part of me was praying that Gerard would take me back, but why should he?

Not only did I cheat on him. I also lied to him. I never told him about Billie Joe and I's past. I do feel horrible about that because Gerard has always been honest with me and I couldn't be honest with him.

I didn't want to upset him so I didn't tell him anything about Billie Joe.

You see, Billie Joe and I used to date, obviously. It started out casually. Sex here and there but then we realized there was something more between us.

Then he told me that he was in love with a girl named Adrienne, that was it. It was over. They married each other 5 months later. I was devastated. I felt like I was nothing more than a fuck to him.

Recently, they divorced because he slept with his drummer. She caught him in the act and immediately filed for divorce.

And then I sleep with the sleazeball and ruined my happiness. I don't know who I should be more pissed off at, myself of Billie Joe?

It doesn't matter now. Gerard made things horribly clear that there's no chance in hell he's going to trust me again. I understand perfectly. It still hurts nonetheless.

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*One month later*

(Gerard's P.O.V.)

I'm slowly beginning to get back to my old self again. It has been rough, but like Ray told me, I can't sit around and mope forever. I have to move on with my life and leave Frank behind me, no matter how much it hurts to do so.

Mikey suggested I try to find someone else, so I slapped his arm and said no. I am not prepared for that. It's only been two months. That's definitely way too soon in my opinion.

I even started to draw a little bit. My family is relieved I'm getting back on my feet again. I'm quite glad too if I might say so myself. It feels amazing to get back into art, that's for sure.

Perhaps, I'll work on a comic. Nothing major, just something silly to do for myself. I already know what I'm going to call it. WILDASS.

I'm already loudly giggling to myself thinking about what I'm going to write.

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I haven't had any contact with Frank which kind of surprises me. I thought he would be begging me to take him back by now. He's surely mistaken if that's going to work on me after what he's put me through.

I honestly wish him the best of luck and hope he finds happiness. It seems like we're now the exes that don't bother with each other anymore. It saddens me but I'm not going to force contact with him.

If he doesn't want me to be in his life anymore, then so be it.

I started to sleep in my room again. I bought all new blankets, pillows, and pillowcases. They smelled like us and oddly held too many memories, even if they're just things on my bed.

We've done a lot in that bed. It might have been somewhat extreme to go to that extent but it felt like something I had to do, in order to sleep in my own bed again.

I still sleep on the left side of the bed. Frank was on the right. But, I find myself moving towards the right side of the bed now that it's empty. I guess subconsciously, I'm trying to cuddle up to someone who isn't even there.

I think I have to buy myself a body pillow until I'm fully used to the feeling of sleeping alone again.

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