Mr. Way - Frerard

TEN YEARS LATER

I rarely think of Gerard these days. Most times I do, it hits me like a ton of bricks. But I’ve mostly moved on from that life now. I have a new life. I work as a tattoo artist, and I have a husband. We recently adopted a son.

But, like I said, I’ve mostly moved on. And I know I need to move on. I need my first love to be just like everyone else’s – a fond memory. Not as a time of fear and depression.

I was meeting Gerard for a coffee. My husband knew about this, and he was totally cool with it. I took a deep breath and looked down at the table. Gerard would be here any moment. My heart was racing.

“Frank?” his familiar voice awoke me from my trance.

“Gerard!” I exclaimed, my palms sweating.

“You look so different,” he observed. “You have so many tattoos.”

“I’m a tattoo artist now,” I told him.

“That’s great!” he said sincerely.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I run an art studio,” he said.

“That’s amazing.”

We talked for a long time. It was a shock to see him after all this time, but it was exactly what I needed to move on, and maybe even be friends with him. If someone would have told me this would be happening when I was eighteen years old, and I thought my world had ended, I would’ve sent them to a mental institution. But it just goes to show. Things get better.

Notes

and that's the end. Jeez, I've been writing this damn thing for ten months! It really shouldn't have took me so long but I procrastinate. A lot. I'd like to thank @Gee'sCLUELESSgirl! because you've been reading this from the start, and you've stayed this far, which is amazing. I'd also like to thank my best friend Abbi, for encouraging me and giving me inspiration! I love all of you who read this, and I'm very emotional right now :')