FRANK'S POV
What the fuck have I done? I've ruined everything. Gerard left hours ago, and I'm still sitting in the same place staring at the door. I don't know if I think he'll come back, or if I'm just in a state of shock.
Why did I say I love him? I could have kept my mouth shut. Would Gerard throw away fourteen years of memories because of this accident? I don't know what I'll do without him. He was in my life since I was ten years old for fucks sake.
I slightly jumped in my seat when the door opened. It wasn't Gerard.
AN
-GROOVYLADY
