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"W-what?" I stampered out.

Mikey sighed softly, his grip loosening, "Gerard's dead. He was killed the same day he proposed."

I shook my head quickly, "N-no you're lying!"

Mikey's eyes began filling with tears, "Fuck Frank I wish I was."

"No! You are! Gerard's here! He's been here! He's fucking alive!!"

"Frank..do you remember that dream you kept having?" Mikey spoke softly.

My eyes widened, "No..no. That didn't fucking happen! That's just a dream!! Gerard told me so himself!"

Mikey sighed I could tell he was getting agitated. Fucking good. How dare he try to fucking lie to me. Especially about something like that! Is he fucking crazy?! I was rudely snatched out of my thoughts as Mikey began fucking talking again.

"I'm sorry Frank. I should've told you sooner. I just. I didn't know how you'd react and-"

"Fucking stop." I snapped, cutting him off, "This isn't funny. I only told you about that dream because I thought you could help, but all you're doing is making some sick joke out of it and I'm not going to just sit here and fucking take it!"

Mikey frowned, "I'm not making this up. You were even there for his funeral, Frank."

I growled, clenching my teeth, "I think I'd fucking remember my fiancé dying! Especially if I went to the funeral."

"The doctor said it would be normal if you didn't remember the accident. For fucks sake he died in your arms, of course you'd block that out."

"Yeah. Sure. Then how would you explain Gerard being here all this time. I fucking live with him. I see him everyday."

"You have schizophrenia." Mikey stated simply.

"Bullshit!!" I screamed out, beyond done with all of these fucking lies.

"Frank. Please. I'm not lying. That's why Gerard left when you started taking those pills. They weren't for depression, they were supposed to help stop the hallucinations."

I stared up at him in complete shock, "Fuck you, Mikey!!" And with that I just fucking stormed out, ignoring any protests from Mikey.

He's wrong. Gerard's not dead. I'm not fucking crazy! I'm not going to just imagine he's still here. I can touch him. I can hold him, kiss him. I wouldn't be able to do any of that If he was dead. He's probably just jealous!! Of course! Mikey's always looked at me like he's wanted me. And he's just pissed I chose Gerard over him! We've had sex since the engagement I'm more than fucking sure you can't do that with a hallucination. God I can't fucking believe him!
I sighed heavily, finally uncle thing my fists. I gasped out jumping backwards as I felt someone place their hand on my shoulder.

"Shh, it's just me." Gerard spoked softly.

I sighed in relief, before quickly pulling him into a tight hug, "Did you hear all of that fucking bullshit Mikey was trying to tell me?!!"

Gerard sighed, nodding slightly, "Yeah I did.."

I grunted softly hitting my fists against my sides, "I still can't fucking believe him. Who does he fucking think he is to make fucking jokes like that?!"

Gerard shrugged slightly, "I really don't know baby, but he's going to try separate us."

I stared up at him with wide eyes, "Why would he do that?!!"

"I don't know. He's fucking sick, Frankie."

I felt like I was going to fucking puke, "W-what do we do?"

Gerard looked me straight in the eyes, "We have to run away."

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