Frank's Point of View

So far it had been a couple of days since Jamia had left so abruptly. Since then there had been a thick silence hanging over all of us. I had tried my best to not think about it, not dwell on any of it, but it was fucking difficult. She was my everything, she was all I had ever known. And now all of that had been stripped away from me. I couldn't stand it. I needed something to take my mind off of things. It was starting to really affect everything, even my stage presence.

"Frank, you doin' okay?" Gerard inquired that morning as I sat next to an open window on the tour bus, aimlessly smoking a cigarette and sipping on some black coffee. I couldn't be bothered to put cream in it but I wanted desperately for it to wake me the fuck up considering I hadn't had any sleep since she left.

"Not particularly," I replied dryly, putting both of my hands around the cup needily. He took a seat next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. Almost immediately tears began to well beneath my eyelids, my lower lip quivering against my own commands not to. I'm so weak when it comes to Gerard, he just brought it out. He was an easy shoulder to cry on.

I wept against him for what seemed like hours, but it was probably more like ten minutes or so. My eyes were raw by the time I had finally stopped and I just wanted to dig myself a deep, dark hole to crawl inside of. Gerard had shushed me and patted my hair softly, I felt so torn. I couldn't just throw myself at him despite how much I really wanted to. He was there for me, he understood.

*

Gerard's Point of View

My heart ached for Frank, now more than ever. He looked so broken, and the sound of his sobs just made it all that much worse. I tried my best to comfort him which seemed to work a little bit but he still just seemed so miserable. I needed to figure out some way of cheering him up more. Thankfully we didn't have a show tonight so I pondered for a while what I could do.

"Frank let's go get a drink, I think you've earned one," I declared once he had emerged from his bunk after a nap that I'm sure was caused from the exhaustion of constantly crying. The poor thing.

I smiled sadly when he nodded his head and sniffled. His eyes were red, sunken in to the point that his hazel eyes were a stark green against all of the darkness. It was so hard not to just grab him and hold him against myself. I didn't want to bring myself to do that though, he was way too fragile and that wouldn't do any good anyways. He needed more than anything to just figure things out for himself and build that wall back up again.

Once we had walked off of the bus we made our way towards the inner workings of the city, dead set on finding a bar that was within stumbling distance from it. I figured that we would probably get pretty drunk all things considered. I know that this might help him out, get his mind off of things if only for a while. Then again it could also just make him an absolute mess, I honestly hoped that it wouldn't get to that point. He didn't need that.

Notes

FUCK, my heart dude... I promise things will get better but for now this is kind of important I guessssssss. UGH.

xoxx ~Frankie Boy.