Vanya's P.O.V

Gerard has been quiet for the past few days. He doesn't mention Frank, he mainly just sits and sulks. I wrap my arms around his neck and put my chin on his shoulder. He stiffens but then relaxes.
"You can't blame yourself for what happened to Frank." I say quietly.
"But it was my fault. If I hadn't yelled at him."
"He would still be dead, he felt like he didn't belong for as long as I can remember Gee. It would've happened eventually."
"I could've prevented it."
"I wasn't able to prevent what you did..."
He stays quiet. His brother Mikey hasn't come downstairs for days. He sits in his room sobbing over the loss of his best friend. Everything seems sad.
Franks funeral is in 2 days. I am attending. The first boy who ever loved me...the first boy who I ever loved...gone.