Frank´s POV addressed to Gerard

¨Oh, you´re gonna look so cute; I can´t wait!¨ I squealed. I mean, you with blue hair? I thought I might die. You were bent over the sink in the bathroom we shared, expertly massaging the dye into your locks as I assisted you by working it into the roots.

¨But what if I look stupid? My hair is my pride Frankie; if I look like an idiot and therefore refuse to leave our bed, it´s your fault¨ you pouted.

I chose to ignore you, focusing intently on the task at hand. I heard you sigh, but you always did this when we dyed your hair, and you always ended up living in front of the mirror for days afterward, admiring your new look.

¨Aaaand, done!¨ I proclaimed as I completed the job.

You rinsed your hair with trembling fingers.

¨Aww, are you really nervous, Gee?" I tilted my head to inspect your gorgeous features, and you nodded at me with wide eyes.

I reached for a towel and shook it through your hair, then stood you up and and turned you to face the mirror that had brought so many (good) surprises in the past. We gazed at your new baby blue, chin-length beauty until I couldn´t take it anymore. I laced my fingers through it and brought my lips to yours. I kissed you because I cared for you. I kissed you because you were so quirky, with your comic books and coffee. I kissed you because I loved you. And because you just looked so damn cute with blue hair! Slowly, your hands slithered up to rest on my waist, and we stayed like that for a time. Finally, you pulled away from me, leaving your hands where they were, and your eyed landed on mine. That was when I knew it. You and I, we fit together, we just do. Or rather, did. But I guess your spirit is still with me, as it always was, from the fateful day we met until... Until...

My hair is blue now, Gerard. I probably look stupid - who ever heard of an old man with robin´s-egg hair? I don´t much care, though. You were all that ever really mattered to me, and all that ever will.

I love you.

xofrnk

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My dearest Frank,
There´s no need to write to me, really. I´m right here. I thought you knew that. We´re two halves. I´m not myself without you, but you never really understood that, did you? You loved me for who I was with you, and I like that version of myself, too. That´s why I´m here. They say happiness is the meaning of life, but it isn´t really. Sure, I was happy alive, but why stop laughing when you stop living? Yes, Frankie, I see you crying, and I wish you wouldn´t. I´m stroking your (absolutely stunning) blue locks and holding you close to me. I´m here, Frank. Always.

I love you.

xoxog

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