When you go

Chapter 30
Gee’s p.o.v
Frank had been acting kinda weird the past couple days. When someone spoke to him or he knew people were looking at him, he had a huge smile on his face.
But when he thought he was alone, he gets a really blank look on his face and he stares off into space. It hurts to see him look so broken, but when I actually talked to him he was the happiest person alive.
I decided to leave it alone, he’d tell me if he was having issues right?
It was Christmas day and Ray, Bob, Mikey, Cherry, me and Frank were all sat around the living room, cheesy Christmas music playing, the fire going and each of us were laughing. Frank was sitting on my lap with Cherry in his arms, and the others were spread out across the room. It was agreed we would all ditch our families for Christmas (Well, those of us who had other family) and spend the night at our house.
So it was the six of us, each laughing with one and other. We had a big Christmas dinner and we had opened the presents already, each of us happy with all of our gifts.
“We should sleep, it’s, like, ten.” Mikey says, standing up and yawning a bit.
“Mmm, yeah, but babe?” Ray asks, looking at Mikey seriously.
“Yes, love?” He responds, grabbing Ray's hand.
“We won’t be sleeping much.” Ray says, smirking and turning from the room.
“Ew! Ray! What the frick dude!” I exclaim, shuddering. Mikey blushes and looks apologetically at me.
“Uh, goodnight guys.” Mikey says awkwardly.
“Yeah, it will be!” Ray shouts from his and Mikeys room.
“Ugh! Stop it! My ears are burning!” I yell as Frank gets off me with the baby. Mikey blushes harder, squeaking a ‘sorry’ as he leaves the room. Frank laughs, grinning at me.
“C’mon Gee, time to sleep.” Frank says, walking to our room with the baby. He lays her down, falling onto the bed and pulling his clothes off. He was left in black boxers, lying on his side of the bed. I start to take my clothes off too, lying beside him. I stare at his bear body, taking in all the beauty.
He stares back at my body, but there’s nothing sexual about the moment. It was like taking in a beautiful painting, or listening to your favorite song.
You had to just sit there and take it in, let the joy take over you body and give you a slight buzz.
I stare at him for so long it it makes me almost dizzy from the happiness coursing through my body. His eyes start to drift shut and mine do the same.
The next thing I know is that I’m greeted by blackness and a sense of security.
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My fingers dance across the bed sheets, seeking Franks warmth, but finding the cold rough canvas. I sit up slowly, my eyes searching for the crib, but I’m greeted with the emptiness of the room.
“Frankie?” I ask, starting to move through the bed. I hear movements in the living room, but Frank doesn’t some. He probably making breakfast.
I get up from the bed, walking out into the living. Mikey sits at the table, his poker face on point.
“Hey,” I say happily, stretching a little, “where’s Frankie?” I ask, a smile finding its way on my lips. Mikeys head snapped up and suddenly his face isn’t blank anymore, it’s filled with terror.
“Mikey?” I ask, fear etched into my voice.
“Gee….” He says fearfully, his voice small and scared.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Frank’s….Frank is gone.”
And all I could do was clutch the necklace around my neck that would probably never connect with Franks again.

Notes

Short, sorry, but ouch. The Frerard has broken. Momentarily.
Only a couple more chapter and an epilogue!