"I love you more than anything, Gerard Way. I want your soul, your every breath, your very existence. Will you submit to me?"
"If I can't have you, no one could."
To Frank, their paths were written and Frank saw himself as the owner of Gerard's dest...
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*TW: A little bit of smut*
The morning sun filtered through the curtains as Frank slowly stirred from sleep. He stretched languidly and he sat up in bed, the events of the previous night came flooding back to him in a rush. But to his surprise, there was no sense of guilt or remorse. Instead, he felt a strange sense of detachment, as though the events of the night before had happened to someone else entirely. With a shrug, Frank pushed the thoughts aside and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet sinking into the plush carpet beneath him. He made his way to the bathroom, the warm water of the shower washing away the last traces of sleep as he prepared to face the day ahead. As he dressed and made his way to kitchen, Frank's mind was already occupied with plans for the day. There were errands to run, meetings to attend, and of course, his duties as the town's pastor to fulfill. As Frank went about his morning routine, the doorbell rang, interrupting his thoughts. He frowned slightly, not expecting any visitors at this early hour. Nevertheless, he made his way to the door and pulled it open, revealing the figure of Mr. Barlowe and his wife standing on his doorstep.
Tears streaming down Mrs Barlowe's face, she wrung her hands in distress. "Pastor, have you seen Ray?" she sobbed, her voice trembling. "He hasn't come home since last night, and I'm so worried about him." Frank wished he could laugh at the moment but he remained calm. "I'm so sorry to hear that, Mrs. Barlowe," he said. "But I'm sure he'll turn up soon. These things have a way of working themselves out." Mrs. Barlowe shook her head, her tears flowing freely now. "But what if something terrible has happened to him?" she wailed, her voice rising in panic. "I can't bear the thought of losing my son!" Frank reached out a comforting hand. "Try not to worry too much, Mrs. Barlowe," he said soothingly. "I'm sure Ray is safe and sound somewhere. Just give it some time, and I'm sure he'll come home." Mrs. Barlowe nodded, though her eyes were still filled with fear. "Thank you, Pastor," she whispered. "I don't know what I would do without your support."
Frank forced a reassuring smile. "Of course, Mrs. Barlowe," he said. "Just remember to take care of yourself. Everything will be alright in the end." Seeing the distraught state of Mr. and Mrs. Barlowe, Frank's heart softened. "Please, come inside," he urged, gesturing for them to enter his home. "Let's sit down and talk." With hesitant steps, Mr. and Mrs. Barlowe followed Frank into the house, their eyes red-rimmed from tears. Frank led them to the living room and motioned for them to take a seat on the couch. "Please, make yourselves comfortable," he said, offering a reassuring smile. As they settled onto the couch, Frank made his way to the kitchen to fetch some drinks. He poured glasses of water and returned to the living room, setting them down on the coffee table before the Barlowes. "Here you go," he said gently. "I hope this helps to calm your nerves." Mr. Barlowe nodded his thanks. "Thank you, Pastor," he said. "We just...we just want to know that our son is safe."
Frank nodded in understanding. "I understand," he said quietly. "And I promise, I'll do everything I can to help find him." As they sipped their drinks in silence, the tension in the room was palpable. Frank knew that he was walking a dangerous line, but he also knew that he couldn't turn his back on Mr. and Mrs. Barlowe in their time of need. Little did they know, the answers they sought lay much closer to home than they could ever imagine. "In times of uncertainty and fear, it's important to lean on your faith," Frank began. "God has a plan for each of us, and even in our darkest moments, we must trust in His wisdom and guidance." Mr. and Mrs. Barlowe listened intently, their eyes fixed on Frank's face as he spoke. "Prayer can be a powerful source of comfort and strength," Frank continued, his words flowing effortlessly. "I urge you to pray for Ray's safe return, and to trust that God will watch over him wherever he may be." Mrs. Barlowe nodded, her lips trembling. "Thank you, Pastor," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your words give us hope in this difficult time."
