"Frank?"

"Don't talk."

"Are you back?"

"Yes. Now shut up."

"Why did you go out for so long? Where were you?"

"Doesn't matter. It's none of your business."

"But... but I'm worried about you. You're my husband..."

"So?"

"I love you..."

"Well, can you love me and be quiet already?"

"..."

"That's what I thought. Now spread your legs."

"Wha-"

"Gerard."

"Okay, okay. Here..."

"Good."

"Frank, I... can't we talk about it first?"

"About having sex?"

"N-no... about you keeping secrets. You're in danger, I just know you are. And I wanted to know if you..."

"If I WHAT, Gerard?"

"If you're ever going to..."

"What is it? Spit it out already, I'm waiting."

"Will you ever leave me?"

"..."

"..."

"What?"

"Y-you heard me. Will you ever disappear, if you didn't want me anymore, or if something happened to you or..."

"Stop talking nonsense, Gerard. And spread your legs wider. I can't fit between them."

"Frank..."

"Just... shut up, Gee. We'll talk about this in the morning."

"But, I..."

"Gee..."

"O-okay, fine. I'm s-sorry, Frank."

"Yeah yeah, I forgive you."

"Are you mad?"

"No. Just tired and horny, and I want to fuck you. Now don't move..."

"Okay... uh!"

"Oh god..."

"F-Frank."

"Shh baby, let me... oh, you feel so good. I can't... mmh."

"Frank..."

"That's it..."

"Harder!"

"As you wish."

"OH!"

"Got'cha."

"Frank, Frank, Frank..."

"Uhhhhh..."

"I'm gonna... FUCK!"

"Me too... fucking hell, Gerard. You're so tight."

"Frankie..."

"Shh..."

"OH GOD!"

"Gerard!"

"FRANK!"

xoxoxoxo

Frank's eyes fluttered open slowly. He looked around shortly, trying to catch up with where he was, until he acknowledged the steady rocking of the bus underneath him, the music that played through the earphones Kelly gave him, and the mess of wavy hair that poked his neck.

It was just a dream. It wasn't really there.

He blinked a few times, his eyes narrowing at the window he was leaning against, and then he turned his head slowly, immediately being met with the head that rested on his shoulder, and the steady breathing of the girl next to him, meaning they both must've fell asleep somewhere during the ride to Kingston.

He stared at Kelly's sleeping figure, not able to see her face, because her blonde hair was all over her face and Frank's shoulder, but he knew it was her, so it didn't bother him.

He reached slowly to smooth his fingers in the strands of her hair. His best friend. The one who got him out of his darkest place, just by coming to pick him up and letting him stay with her, without asking for anything in return.

"What the hell would I do without you?" He whispered silently, careful not to wake her as he moved her soft hair from her pale face. And it was true, he knew he would have nowhere to go without her there. He might not know her for too long, but they built a bond, a special bond that he never shared with anyone before, especially not a girl.

She had been so understanding, so supportive, thoughtful, unselfish. In Frank's eyes, she gave him the world, after he was thrown carelessly out of his life with Him.

Yet... it wasn't enough. Not only she couldn't fill the void in his heart, she also couldn't help him forget and forgive.

She didn't say bad things about Him, she didn't call Him an asshole for throwing Frank away. She never even heard of His good sides, only saw the bad things He's done to Frank, how He broke his heart, and yet she talked about Him so softly, explained Frank that if He didn't want the younger around, Frank should just move on, not waste his time trying to figure out why.

But Frank couldn't move on. He couldn't forget, he couldn't figure out, and he most certainly couldn't forgive.

Nothing could soothe his hatred for that bastard. He was so angry, he felt like he could start a fire and shove the first person in sight straight into the flames.

But when he stared at Kelly, his anger somewhat subsided, and all that was left was the loathing feeling towards the other man.

Frank would get revenge someday. He wasn't concerned. The fucker will learn his lesson.

The young man sighed, feeling tired again at the fullness of his mind, wishing for just one minute of complete silence.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of Kelly's head, still stroking her hair slowly with one hand, and breathed in the smell of her sweet shampoo.

"Thank you," he said, feeling small tears in his eyes. She squirmed a bit, curling up into him a little more, and he played with a short strand of her blonde hair as he leaned in head on the window again and fell asleep once more.

xoxoxoxo

"Frankie... Frank? Frank, wake up, we're here..."

He opened his eyes and looked up at his friend, who was standing above him, shaking him gently to get him to wake up, and he blinked slightly in confusion.

"W-what..."

"We're here," she said, and he raised an eyebrow. "Well, I mean we're here in Kingston. We still have to get to the airport. Come on, you can rest in the taxi," she continued softly, and he nodded.

The two got off the bus, taking their bags with them. Frank helped Kelly with her suitcases, since she had a lot more to carry than he had.

They got into the taxi that Kelly called for, and soon started the short ride from Kingston to Troy.

"Kelly?" Frank asked after about twenty minutes of both of them staring at the view.

She hummed for him to continue, still looking out the window.

"How long is the ride going to take?"

"Well..." she looked down at her phone screen. "It's a little over an hour from the bus stop, so we should be there in about forty minutes."

He nodded and leaned against the window.

She turned her head to look at him, eyebrows furrowing a little.

"Are you okay? You seem exhausted."

He glanced at her, shrugging, a cold expression on his face.

"Just tired."

"Did you sleep at night?"

"Yeah."

"For how long?"

"About five hours."

"The night before?"

"Three."

"And on Friday?"

"Um..."

"Frank?"

"Can you please stop with the questions, I'm not in the mood," he huffed, not looking at her.

She pursed her lips and looked out the window again, and Frank felt a spike of guilt shooting through him. He didn't mean to snap at Kelly. Her voice was always so filled with care, she was just trying to check if he was okay.

He bit his lip worriedly, still staring out of the window, and slowly reached his hand to take hers, squeezing shortly in a silent apology.

She squeezed his hand back, and they stayed like that for the rest of the car ride, until the taxi pulled outside the airport, and Frank went to get their stuff out of the trunk as she payed the driver.

They got through all the security checks, handed in most of their luggage, and before Frank knew it they were sitting quietly outside a small airport candy shop, trying to kill time until they had to go on the plain.

Frank got up after a few minutes, stepping inside and wandering around in the store. It wasn't very special, just the usual candies he was expecting to see.

He turned around shortly and looked over at his friend, who was still seated on the small bench not too far away, texting.

He wanted to bring a smile to her face, seeing as she was trying very hard to improve his mood all the time, and he gave her nothing in return.

He felt his pockets for his wallet, hoping he still had enough money in there, and grinned slightly as he found out he still had twenty dollars left.

He grabbed a medium box of heart-shaped chocolates that cost four dollars, payed for it quickly before she'd start looking around for him, and then returned with the box hidden behind his back.

She looked up at him when he cleared his throat, and gave him a weak soft smile.

"What is it behind your back?" She raised a playful eyebrow, and he gave her the biggest smile she saw him put on since the day they first met, before showing her the heart-shaped box.

Her eyes widened momentarily, and she took the box from him with sort of a shocked expression.

"Frank... y-you didn't have to," she said, but he could hear the happiness bubbling in her voice.

"I wanted to though," he said, watching as she slowly opened the box and took one out, looking up at him with glimmering eyes. "You've... you've done so much for me," he continued, his gaze stuck on the floor. "It really is the least I can do for you. I want to repay you somehow."

"Frank..." she sighed, and motioned for him to sit down next to her. "You don't have to repay me. Don't ever feel like you owe me something. You're my friend. I care about you. Okay?"
He nodded slowly, and she wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him to her side.
"Come on, have the first one," she smiled playfully as she put the chocolate in front of his mouth.

He smirked and took out another heart-shaped chocolate, and held it at her lip level.

"Only if you'll have the second one."

They both giggled quietly, opening their mouths and letting the other place the chocolate on their tongue before eating it and laughing.

They didn't care that an old couple who walked by gave them weird looks. They were best friends having fun and nobody was going to ruin it for them.

Especially not after Kelly had worked so hard to get that laugh out of him.

It didn't last long though, as the speakers gave the first warning, telling them that they should get on the plane.

They climbed in, taking the seats Kelly booked, right next to each other, about to take the short flight to Geneva.

"Would you mind if I listened to music?" Frank asked softly as she got comfortable in her seat.

"No, not at all. Go ahead."

She noticed the way the exhaustion practically flooded back into his features. It didn't surprise or disappoint her too much, she knew his happy mood couldn't last that long, after all he's been through lately.

So she let him.

And he spent the whole flight listening to an album he knew matched his feelings perfectly.

He pressed shuffle, because he really didn't care about the order of the songs, and immediately melted into his seat as the soft tune of "Romance" began playing. He liked it, it didn't have lyrics, it was quiet, yet it had a meaning to it, and it opened the album perfectly, just one simple guitar playing in his ears.

Too bad it only lasted about a minute, next song on the playlist being "Demolition Lovers", and for some reason he felt tears starting to form in his eyes.

So he leaned against the window again, closing his eyes and trying not to think about the man who always haunted his mind.

But that song...

How could Frank possible NOT think of Him?

xoxoxoxo

"Frank? What the fuck, where were you? It's nearly 2a.m.!"

"I said it was none of your fucking business!"

"That's what you always say!"

"Maybe because I fucking mean it! What gives you the right to nose around in my personal life?!"

"It might be because we SHARE a life, Frank! We've been married for almost a year now. Why did you even propose if you don't want me anywhere near you?"

"I DO want you near me. I just hate it when you keep shoving your nose in my personal stuff instead of minding your own damn business!"

"How fucking dare you? I'm worried sick, Frank! You're never home at normal hours, you keep disappearing and returning like nothing even fucking happened, and when I try to make sure you're not hurting yourself you shut me out! It's like I only matter when you need someone to fuck!"

"Don't you fucking say that! Don't fucking think for a single moment that I married you just for the sex."

"Well it sure does feel like it! The only times you actually pay attention to me is when I'm underneath you with your COCK UP MY ASS!"

"Gerard!"

"Don't try to shut me up! I'm telling you the truth! When was the last time we talked, when was the last time we acted like an actual married couple instead of fucking and fighting all the time?"

"Gerard, stop talking immediately or I'll-"

"Go ahead then! Do whatever the fuck you want! I don't fucking care! IT'S NOT LIKE YOU EVER CARED WHEN I SAID I LOVED YOU!"

Smack.

xoxoxoxo

Frank opened his eyes slowly, his ability to hear clearing out just as the captain informed that they should be landing soon.

He just barely turned his head to see Kelly with a book, calmly flipping the pages, not noticing Frank's awakening.

He considered whether he should fall asleep again, to the sound of "Headfirst For Halos" starting to play.

Eventually he decided against it, and once they were able to get off the plane, they went to get their stuff, walked by the last few stops before getting out of the airport, seeing as the sky was beginning to darken.

"Okay, I got us a taxi to my apartment," Kelly said after a short while of texting on her phone. "It should be here in about ten minutes, and with traffic it should take us about an hour to get to my place."

She looked at Frank, who nodded slowly as he looked around at the unfamiliar surrounding. It wasn't new to her, he'd been staring at stuff all day long, and knowing he never left Jersey before, she understood his curiosity an interest.

His exhaustion got the best of him though. He was starting to get a little pissed off at the fact that he practically slept everywhere he could today and still felt like he could black out for the next week or so.

Not to mention the fact that every time he fell asleep, that little fucker was jumping straight into his thoughts again, not leaving him alone for a second.

He huffed quietly to himself as the taxi arrived, and the two climbed in with all their bags.

"So... when are you getting back to work?" Frank asked once Kelly gave the driver her address and the car was moving.

"Um... I was planning on coming back tomorrow. My boss said I need to be there by Wednesday, and I want to be back at the station. I kinda miss my job."

Frank nodded in approval, narrowing his eyes slightly. He started noticing it in Kelly's voice in the past few days. Her smile wasn't as bright as usual, her voice was quieter, she seemed pale.

He knew what it was that caused her slightly gloomy appearance. His constant presence in her life was destined to affect her at some point. He came over to her, heart-broken, depressed, in a shitty state, when she was already partly broken herself, having major troubles with her (now ex) girlfriend, and then she suddenly had to deal with a moody friend who wouldn't stop locking himself in his room and stare at images of dogs (dolphins now), not speaking up for days.

And somehow she dealt with him. But... who was going to take care of her?

Frank wished he knew. He wanted so bad to be able to help her, just do something that would solve all her problems.

But he was too invested in his own darkness to notice hers at the moment, and that brought them both down.

Before another word was exchanged, Frank was out, his eyes shutting heavily again as he drifted off to the familiar embrace of sleep...

xoxoxoxo

Gerard fell to the floor, eyes wide, his hand covering his cheek as he stared up in horror at his husband, who was panting and red with fury, his hand still in the air, his palm slightly red with the force of the hit.

Gerard had tears in his eyes. He watched as Frank shook his own hand and then glanced down at his husband.

"Y-you... you hit me," he barely whispered, his voice trembling as soft sobs began to escape his pink lips, and suddenly Frank's expression changed, filling with regret and worry.

"Oh god," he whispered, and quickly crouched down in front of Gerard, wrapping his arms around the other's fragile body and pulling him as tightly as possible into his chest. "Oh g-god, I'm sorry," he said against Gerard's shoulder-length red hair, pressing dozens of kisses on his forehead and neck.

Gerard continued to shake with loud broken sobs, curled up in himself with his face in his hands.

"I was j-just t-trying to..."

"Shh, shh, baby, you don't need to apologize. Please don't apologize. I'm sorry honey."

"Do you- do you love me?"

"Of course I do, my angel. Of course I love you. I love every inch of you, you're so beautiful. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm sorry."

"It's okay..."

"It's fucking not. Show me your cheek."

Gerard raised his head slowly, not looking at Frank, just showing his face enough for the other to notice the purple mark that stretched from under his eye to his cheekbone.

"Oh my god..." Frank whispered and skimmed his fingers over the bruise, seeing as Gerard winced, and then pulled him into the arms again, simply embracing his husband on the floor. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he said as he gently placed Gerard's head on his lap and stroked his hair, leaning down to kiss his head sweetly.

"Frank..."

"Don't talk baby. Please, I just... I'm so sorry."

Gerard let himself melt under Frank's touch, his sobs beginning to subside and fade away, until all that was left was the other's occasion hiccups and mumbled apologies.

He shut his eyes, listening to Frank's heavy breaths, as the soft tattooed fingers brushed his hair and face, and he couldn't help but doze off and enter the comfortable safety of darkness.

xoxoxoxo

It wasn't long before they reached Kelly's house. The place wasn't too big, but it had two stories and a nice appearance. They thanked and payed the driver, taking their stuff before heading inside, Kelly breathing in the scent of her own place she missed so much and Frank looking around tiredly once he flicked the lights on.

"So... it's almost dinner time," Kelly sighed as she stretched her arms. Frank looked at her. "Do you want to go out somewhere or order something, or... I don't know."

He shrugged. "I'm not that hungry really. What about you?"

"Well, at first I wanted to show you around town, but I'm too tired now and we'll have plenty of time here anyway. So that can wait. And as for food, I was thinking about ordering some pizza."

"Okay," Frank said, remembering all the times he ordered pizza with Him. But he wouldn't get back to that now, that was buried in the past.

So instead he let Kelly show him the guest's room, which was bigger than the spare room in her apartment in Jersey, and the bed looked more comfortable. Not that it mattered much. He was happy to even get the opportunity to live in a decent place, especially with Kelly, so he concluded it by thanking her shortly and pressing a kiss to her pale cheek, and she left to unpack some of the things, giving him time to do the same.

He sighed quietly and stepped into the room. He was happy at that moment that he didn't have much with him. Hell, he barely even had any clothing items.

So he quickly put all his clothes in the big wooden closet at the side of the room, placed his phone and a charger on the bedside table and fell down to the puffy mattress.

He stayed there until the pizza arrived and Kelly invited him to the living room. They ate quietly and watched a few movies sitting closely, his hand in her hair, and at about 11p.m. they both decided they were tired, and each one went to their own room, Frank receiving a soft kiss on the cheek before shutting the door quietly and stripping down to his boxers.

He debated on whether he had the energy to put on some of his baggy clothes, eventually deciding to just slip on a short-sleeved band shirt, and then he flopped down on the comfy bed and closed his eyes, his hands supporting his head as he lied on his stomach, legs spread.

xoxoxoxo

"Y-you... you hit me," Gerard barely whispered, his voice trembling as soft sobs began to escape his pink lips.

And suddenly, Frank's expression changed. Now it was full of anger, angrier than it was before, and he simply stared down at his husband with a clenched jaw.

"Don't pretend like you didn't deserve it," he spat, "Yelling at me like a whore. Whores don't have rights, and neither do you! And I told you to watch it. But why listening to me when you can bitch around and treat me like one of your useless one-night-stands?" He hissed sarcastically.

"I..." Gerard whimpered.

"Shut up," Frank growled. "I gave you what you have today, remember? I gave you your life back, I married you, got you out of the streets. And how do you repay me? You keep acting like a fucking slut! Does this sound fair to you?!"

"I-i-it doesn't-"

"Damn correct! First reasonable thing to come out of your fucking mouth today! But that doesn't mean I forgive you for the other shit you said."

Gerard buried his face in his hands, curled up in himself on the floor as he sobbed silently, body shaking with fear and shame.

Frank watched with disgust at his husband's behavior, narrowing his eyes as his fists clenched at his sides.

"Okay. You know what?" He said, more quietly now. Gerard didn't dare to look up. "If you wanna be a fucking whore, I'm gonna put that whore body of yours to good use."

And then he grabbed Gerard's fiery red hair forcefully, tugging on it to get him to look up. The older's face was ripped from his hands, a loud cry escaping his lips.

Frank couldn't care less about the pained noises the other was making as he dragged him to their bedroom and threw him down on the bed, tearing Gerard's clothes from him until his pale body was left bare and cold, as he braced himself tightly against the headboard, still whimpering and crying as Frank stripped himself and crawled towards him.

"Come on. You used to enjoy this shit. You used to beg me to fuck you harder. What happened now? You changed your mind? Steady relationships were never really your thing, huh?"

Gerard mumbled something that Frank couldn't understand, pulling his knees to his chest as he buried his face in them.

Frank narrowed his eyes again, and slapped his ass harshly, causing Gerard to jump.

"Make yourself clear when you speak!"

"I-it's not a-a s-stead-dy relation-tionsh-ship," he barely whispered, not looking at his husband, instead fixing his gaze on the headboard, still shaking visibly.

Frank raised an eyebrow, more in disbelief than interest.

"What?" He growled sharply, and Gerard's body twitched.

"It's n-not a relationsh-ship if you k-keep h-hurting me," he continued, his voice cracking. "I don't w-want to be your h-husband anym-more."

Frank glared at the trembling man in front of him, not believing what he had just heard.

"Oh... Gerard..." he said darkly, his tone now quieter, and Gerard whimpered in worry.

Suddenly he was grabbed harshly, flipped onto his back, and his legs were forced apart.

He stared wide-eyes at the man who slipped between his legs and stared down at the older, pinning his body down harshly.

"Where do you think you are going to go?" Frank asked. "Nobody's gonna want someone as pitiful and useless as you. Nobody's gonna give you what I gave you. Thanks to me you didn't freeze out on the streets. Thanks to me you don't have to work at the stripping club to get poor amounts of money to buy yourself shitty food and third-hand clothes. I'm the only person you have left. I'm the only person who's willing to fuck your skinny ass. Who else would care? Who else would even consider saving your life when you're lying at the corner of some alley, probably overdosing while your fingers go numb because it's snowing outside? Who else would give you a fucking house to live in?"

He continued to glare down at Gerard, his grip around the man's purple wrists tightening, but Gerard was too terrified to notice the pain right now, his eyes locked with his husband's, seeing the violence reflecting in them.

"I'M THE ONLY ONE, GERARD!" Frank suddenly yelled, and Gerard whimpered pitifully, trying to squirm away from the man, but was held down and slapped, the same cheek as the first time, and it was beginning to get a dark shade. "Now fucking stop struggling!"

Gerard's lower lip was quivering violently, and he turned his head away, closing his eyes and bracing himself.

He felt Frank lining up with his entrance, and his eyes squeezed shut as he caught his lip under his teeth.

Although he didn't expect it when his husband's thick cock pushed past the tight ring of muscles, his hips practically snapping forward as he bottomed out.

Gerard screamed from the top of his lungs, more tears streaming down his face, soaking the mattress underneath him as Frank waited barely four seconds before pulling out a little and thrusting back in.

He set a harsh rhythm, not even making any sounds of pleasure, simply pounding Gerard into the bed as the man let out noises of misery and unbearable pain, just wishing Frank would cum already, because Gerard's member was as far as possible from getting hard.

He just wanted Frank to stop hurting him and get back to being Frankie, the caring gentle man, the man who would hold Gerard for hours and make him feel safe, the man who would kiss him slowly under the moonlight and roll on the grass with him as they laughed breathlessly, the man he fell in love with.

xoxoxoxo

Frank woke up feeling more pissed off than usual. Those fucking dreams. He wanted them to stop. Why couldn't they stop?

But on the outside he just seemed pale and mentally exhausted, as expected.

He heard small noises coming from downstairs, and when he checked his phone he saw that it was 7a.m., meaning it must be Kelly getting ready for work.

He got up slowly, not even stretching or looking around, simply went to get his toothbrush, toothpaste and hairbrush out of the suitcase at the corner of the room and went to the nearby bathroom.

After he made himself look relatively presentable, he slipped on a pair of sweatpants and went downstairs to find Kelly in the kitchen, reading the newspaper as she ate a ball of cereal.

When she looked up to see him entering the kitchen while rubbing his eyes, she threw him a small smile which he was barely able to return.

He went to the fridge, ruffling her hair slightly on the way, and opened it quietly to find some water.

"You can eat and drink whatever you want." He heard Kelly's soft voice behind him, although she was still looking down at the newspaper in her hand.

He nodded regardless and pulled out a small bottle of water, half-heartedly wondering where did all the things in her fridge and cabinets come from.

"I went shopping earlier," she answered the silent question. "Don't worry. Nothing here is from two months ago."

He nodded again and poured some water into a glass he found, and then went to sit with her at the small table.

He sipped his water slowly while still thinking about his dreams. The little motherfucker. If you throw me out of your damn house, at least don't come back in my fucking dreams.

He knew it wasn't really His choice, and it was Frank's own mind's fault, but it still pissed him off, making him want to hurt the man NOW.

But how could he possibly do that, when they were miles away from each other? He couldn't get back to Jersey now, yet he wanted to do something painful, something that will show Him how bad He hurt Frank and how bad Frank could hurt Him back.

How would he do that though? If only there was a way to-

"Well, I think I better be heading for work," Kelly said, standing up and putting the empty ball in the sink.

Frank stood up slowly, hugging her goodbye when the perfect idea suddenly hit him.

"K-Kelly?" He asked while still hugging her, and she hummed as a gesture for him to continue. "Can you d-do me a favor?"

xoxoxoxo

"Gerard? Gerard, I'm home! Where the hell are you?"

Frank walked through the corridor of their house, looking inside the kitchen and the bedroom and finding no one.

"Gerard?" He tried again. "Gerard, I swear to god if you're hiding from me, I'm gonna rip your fucking throat out."

He groaned quietly as he wandered through the bedroom towards the small bathroom, hearing slow drops falling slowly and landing on something behind the closed door.

He raised an eyebrow, knocking and receiving no reply.

"Gerard? Come on, I know you're in there. This door better be unlocked."

No reply came, except for the steady sound of water drops.

So Frank decided to open the door.

The bathroom was empty. The floor was slightly wet, and Frank followed the sound of drops that led to the sink. His frown was firmer as he slowly looked around the room, trying to find any sign from his husband.

"Gerard...?" He asked suspiciously, his eyes raking over the floor when suddenly...

Blood.

There was a small puddle of blood leading from the toilet and going in a messy trail until it ended on the side of the bathtub, where the curtain was closed.

Frank's eyes widened, as he started putting some of the pieces together. He quickly went over to the sink and stared into it, suddenly noticing the empty bottle of pills that rested there innocently, but Frank new it was full the last time he saw it.

And there were also small stains of blood at the edge of the sink.

He carefully turned around, walking towards the toilet, where there was blood too. And a lot of it.

He looked around the room slowly, his eyebrows now drawing confusion and slight fear, because he knew what all of this must've meant, but his brain didn't want to process it, to admit it.

And then there was the bathtub.

The closed curtain of the bathtub, hanging there quietly, stained with faded red hand prints, meaning whoever was here had pulled it.

And it was right there, whispering to Frank, challenging him to come over and open it.

Frank forced himself to step forward. He forced himself to walk towards the bathtub, take the edge of the curtain between his fingers and tug it open swiftly.

He froze. Every breath, word and thought got stuck, as his eyes filled with nothing but pure horror, the horror that was saved just for him by his one and only.

The bathtub was full. A mix of the clearness of soft water, and the sickening dark crimson shade of fresh blood, painting the water and turning them into something else, something horrifying.

And in the blur of glowing red, shimmering between the flood of blood cells floating with each other in peace, there was skin.

Pale, cold, bruised, ruined skin. The skin Frank knew all too well, the skin that belonged to...

His eyes trailed over the limp body, managing to see the shape of thin legs, small waist, wounded chest, flat stomach.

At the bottom of the tub, he saw his hands. Big, long gashes, stretching all the way from his shoulders to his fingers, cutting through every inch of his snowy skin from his elbows, his wrists, the back of his hands, and in his palm a small blade was held, hanging loosely between the pale fingers, who must have been shaking violently just a few hours earlier while the man was cutting himself beautifully slowly.

Frank struggled every nerve in his body, eventually gathering the courage to look at his face.

His face...

His cheekbones popped out of his dead white skin, his nose was red, probably from the cold. But he wasn't cold anymore. He was safe.

His eyes were shut softly, as if he was asleep.

He seemed calm. On his colorless thin lips, hung the tiniest smile, matching the expression his eyebrows gave.

Frank felt his lower lip tremble. He was happy to do this. He was happy to leave this world.

His red hair was soaking and clinging to his face, some of it floating gently in the water as his head was rested on the edge of the tub.

And on the center of his forehead, in two lines of dried blood, which he must've used his fingers to make, there was a heart, a small simple heart, drawn in the dark depths of his miserable despair, meant only for one specific person to see.

Frank wanted to scream. Frank wanted to make the most horrified, terrorized, scarred, disbelieving, terrible noise.

He couldn't though. He couldn't do anything, not even move or look away.

Because then, at that moment, his whole life came crashing down around him, in one image that he would never be able to forget.

Notes

So um.... *cough* chapter 40, huh?

I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

Love you all <3