Trapped in your heart-shaped box

He felt like crying, but he didn't just because of all the people staring already.

"Please, please, please, let me get what I want, lord knows it would be the first time." he says to himself says through tears as he puts his head in his hands, and letting everything from the past year out.

For a moment he thought maybe Gerard would come after him, say he was sorry, but frank remembered that that doesn't happen, not in this ordinary world, maybe in some romance movie, with the main characters going to the city of shining lights after a fallout but this is just an ordinary world, nothing bound Frank to Gerard or Gerard to Frank, it was a fluke in the system putting frank close to him, nothing more, nothing more. but he was still alive, but didn't feel like it, though he was still breathing.

The wind chilled frank, the cold of new york winters blowing in from the north, a dark thought coming to mind, that frank won't make it through the winter.

"Frank!" someone calls, He can't get himself to look up now

"Frank, please" they say crouching down infront of him

"I'm sorry, please, I'm really sorry"

"Please come back, I didn't mean it" he said, his voice weepy

"just get someone else, it won't be that hard" Frank mummbled

"Not that, I though you were gonna help me"

"I figured that I can't change you into something you never were"

He laughes lightly.

"when I was 16, I was clumsy and shy, and only talked to my brother, I wasn't always an ass"

"please come back?" he asked again, Frank looks up seeing Gerard with puppy eyes

"fine, if you weren't cute you wouldn't get away with half the shit you do"

Notes

If you can't tell, I like the smiths alot