My Angel

Here you go! I decided to make this for you! Since I didn't write the funeral... Xoxo - Frank knew it was almost time to leave already, and well, he was dreading it. He was dreading life itself. Gerard had decided to take his own life, and Frank honestly would rather die than live life without the love of his life. But he couldn't take his own life like Gerard. He had to be strong. He had to be strong and live his God awful, miserable life. For Gerard. For Mikey. For his friends. For himself. He needed to carry on and not be afraid to keep on living, like Gerard had written to him. And that note to him was heartbreaking, but he'd never, ever, get rid of it. He would make sure it was safe until he died, which had to be a long time from now. Frank was sitting on his bed, all dressed in black. He was taking Gerard's death so fucking horribly. And he was crying. He held one single red rose in his hand: one he planned to give to Gerard once he came out of the bathroom, but things were different, and Gerard did come out of the bathroom... On a gurney. He slid his index finger down the rose, letting the thorns cut it up. A single drop of blood fell onto the hardwood floor, and Frank looked at it. Someone appeared in the doorway. "Frank, let's go," Mikey sighed, taking ahold of Pete's free hand, whilst his occupied hand was wiping tears from Mikey's face. Frank nodded, and stood up, wiping away his own tears with his sleeve. He walked out the door, and off they all went to the funeral. - It was raining lightly when they arrived at the church. They stepped out of the car and made their way up the steps and into the church. It was an open casket funeral. Donna went up first, looking at her lifeless son and started to bawl her eyes out. Her new boyfriend, Tom, came up and wrapped his long arms around her. He lead her away to the pews. The priest stood in front of the casket, and give Mikey a sad smile as he walked up to the casket, before, like his mom, bawling his eyes out, but into Pete's chest. Frank was next. He walked up to the casket and he swore his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. It was a dreadful sight, of course. He brushed back a single strand of raven black hair, to see all of Gerard's pale, yet still remarkably beautiful, yet also lifeless, face. Frank cried again. It wasn't sobs, but there was tears. "I love you," he whispered softly, leaning down and placing a short, gentle kiss on Gerard's chapped and faded lips. He went and sat with everyone else. Frank remembered finding a note in Gerard's pants pocket, as well as a song he wrote. The note said, 'bury me in all my favorite colors', but then beneath it, it said, 'bury me in black'. The song Frank would sing. When it was finally his turn to speak, Frank gulped, wiping away some tears as he made his way over to where he was supposed to stand. "H- hello," Frank murmured, looking around and gulping. "Um, I'm Frank. I was Gerard's boyfriend..." Nobody said anything homophobic, much to Frank's delight. "I love Gerard," he muttered, and again, nobody said a word. "Even though he's gone forever. And I feel like it's my fault. It is my fault. But I've always loved him, and I always will. He'll carry on, as we all will. And even though he's dead and gone, believe me, his memory will carry on. "Gerard being in my life was the best thing I could've ever asked for; he was amazing, and beautiful, and so special. I could've never compared. I often wonder why he loved me, of all people." Frank cleared his throat. "I found a song that he had written; that I will sing. It's called 'The End'." 'Now, come one, come all, to this tragic affair Wipe off that makeup - what's in is despair So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see You can find out firsthand, what it's like to be me So gather 'round, piggies, and kiss this goodbye I'd encourage your smiles, I'll expect you won't cry Another contusion, my funeral jag Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag You've got front row seats to the penitence ball When I grow up, I want to be nothing at all! I said yeah, yeah! I said yeah, yeah! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I said Save me! (Get me the hell out of here!) Save me! (Too young to die, and my dear) You can't! (If you can hear me just walk away and) Take me!' Frank didn't notice he was crying until halfway through the song, but he wiped away all of the tears on his face. Others in the pews were sobbing and clapping. "What's the worst that I can say?" Frank uttered, wiping his eyes with a tissue. "Things would have been better if he stayed." Frank shuddered, letting a shaky breath escape his lips. "So long and goodnight." Donna began sobbing loudly, because of Gerard's song, Helena, and then her mother's grave, which read 'so long and goodnight'. - They carried the coffin out of the church, and into the hearse, where they would go bury Gerard. - Frank watched as they lowered the coffin into the grave. Everyone was allowed to throw a handful of dirt on top, and if they wanted to wait, then place whatever flowers they had on top. Donna was first with the dirt, the Mikey, then Frank, Tom, Pete, and all of the others next. Everyone left except for Frank. He laid his single red rose down on top of the grave. He felt odd again, like someone was with him. Like someone was around. Gerard, perhaps? "I love you, Gerard," Frank whispered into the cool air. Darkness was falling over Belleville, leaving Frank in the cemetery under the twilight sky. "You're my angel." And with that, Frank walked off in the direction of home, leaving the cemetery behind him, and leaving that feeling of a person standing close to him behind, for now. "I love you too, Frank, my angel." - The End.

Notes

The end. Remember, the sequel is on wattpad, and there's three chapters up so far.