Hopeless Hearts

Frank sat up and looked at his clock.
"4:30 AM... shit." He thought to himself as he slowly got up, walking upstairs and using the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror. "God. You're so goddamn ugly." He mentally told himself, closing his eyes as he leaned forward against the sink. He was in a bad spot right now, and moving to a whole new town with no friends or even acquaintances. Well.. besides for the one boy he had met a few hours ago, though he didn't know if they would hit it off. Frank was slightly scared of him after what he witnessed anyway.
After a few minutes of self-loathing in the bathroom, Frank sighed and quietly started to walk back to his room before looking out the kitchen window and seeing Gerard, smoking in the alley. He stood there and looked at him from afar, not taking in his features until now.
"Wow.." he thought to himself. He looked at Gerard's black, slightly wavy hair that fell down halfway down his neck. He had piercing eyes that, even when not looking at Frank, felt like they were looking right through him.
He sighed and grabbed his jacket. He might as well be social. He stepped out into the brisk morning air, and walked over to Gerard, silently standing next to him and fishing a cigarette out of his pocket. Gerard had been watching him since he left his house, smiling as he saw him put the cigarette in his mouth.
"Need a light?" Gerard said in a quiet, slightly raspy voice that gave Frank goosebumps.
"Uh.. y-yeah. I'm Frank, by the way." he replied, and Gerard held up his lighter to the tip of Frank's cigarette, lighting it before Frank took a drag.
"Whatchya doin' up?" Gerard asked as he looked up towards the sky.
"Oh.. I just couldn't sleep." Frank said simply. "Hey.. what, uh... what was happening earlier?"
"Nothing." Gerard said, his tone suddenly turning cold. "I just found out my girlfriend of fucking two years was cheating on me. Fucking slut."
Frank felt genuinely bad for him. You don't date someone for two years if you don't love them. "I'm so sorry Gerard.." He said as he looked to him, but Gerard kept his eyes on the sky.
"Me too." Gerard said as he blew his smoke towards the stars and threw his cigarette on the asphalt of the alley. Frank's eyes followed the cigarette and he looked at it for a moment, the bright embers still burning. When he looked back up, Gerard was gone, and he heard the door close to the house.
Frank looked to the night sky, where he had to assume Gerard's eyes had been. He had felt slightly less alone in those few moments that the two of them had been speaking.
"Maybe I was wrong about Gerard." he thought to himself as a small smile crept across his face. He put out his cigarette and went inside, crawling into his bed and laying back down.

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