Mr. Way - Frerard

I stood in front of the class I was teaching - Frank's class, as I referred to it in my head.

I could barely tear my eyes away from the godlike wonder that was sitting mere feet away from me. However, I had a class to teach.

"I've written some feedback for you all on your work since the start of the year." I told the group. I then proceeded to tell them all how great they were doing - which wasn't a lie - and how far I was sure they'd get by the end of the year. I was cursed, however. Since viewing Frank's art, I could only see anything else as mediocre. Nothing could compare to the beauty he created.

I handed out the sheets of paper filled with praise and criticism for each student.
I waited for Frank to notice I'd given him two sheets. One of them a sheet of feedback. One of them a letter. I was certain I could see the glimmer of a tear in Frank's alluring eyes as he took in the words I had written him.

The letter read:

“Frank Iero,

I can't explain in words what I feel for you. We haven't been together for so long, but for the time I have been with you, I've felt more alive than ever. You have a way of bringing out the best in people. I see you looking at me with love in your eyes, and I think 'If this guy loves me, I must be the most special person on earth.' I want you to know that I completely and utterly belong to you. You have my heart and you always will. I know you're going to be with my through thick and thin and I can't express my gratitude for that properly. I love you, Frank Iero. There's no other way to say it.

Yours,
Gerard Way”

I looked at him for a moment, but he didn’t look up. His eyes remained on the sheet of paper, and I grew anxious. He made no effort to communicate with me until the end of class.

Frank lingered when the bell rang and everybody left. He stood on his toes and wrapped his arms around my neck.

“I love you, Gerard Way. I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeated in a whisper. My heart swelled and I squeezed him back so hard that I was afraid he may snap in two, the small, small boy that I loved.

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