That night at about four am Gerard woke up crying.
He had a dream.
No, it was nightmare.
And it went a little something like this:

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Frank and Gerard were at a party of some sort. Loud music and alcohol everywhere.
Gerard sat alone frantically looking for someone, who, he didn't know. He finally found someone, once again not knowing who, crying in the garage of this person's house. he couldn't see the face because the shadows were blocking it.
He told the person he'd be right back with tissues.
But alas, just to his luck, when he returned they were gone.
Almost like they vanished.
Gerard went immediately in search of Frank. So by process of elimination it wasn't Frank, thank god.
Once he had found Frank he screamed at his boyfriend over the loud noise what had happened.
Frank couldn't understand so Gerard handled things on his own.
He grabbed a bike and went all around the county in search of this mystery person.
He found them on the bridge with a gun.
He still couldn't see their face but it didn't matter this person was about to make a big mistake and he had to stop it. Immediately.
He approached them screaming things like "DON'T DO THIS!"
And, "This is not the answer."
But he couldn't stop it, no matter what he did.
The gun was thrown to the ground in front of him. In a final attempt to stop this Gerard lunged for the person.
But it was no use. They dived off the bridge into the sharp jagged rocks of the river below.
It was too late.
He failed.
Failed.
The death was on his hands.
Blood, on his own hands.
If only he saw their face.
It was over.
Over.

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He couldn't stop crying.
It wasn't Frank.
He knew it wouldn't be Mikey.
Maybe Meagan? No she wouldn't
Besides it was just a dream. And dreams can't come true right?
If only that was the case.

Notes

Yeah someone's gonna die.
Bye guys.