"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: Blood/ Stabbing*
The next day Gerard's phone remained untouched, the screen lighting up with Frank's texts and calls, but there was no response. It was a cruel kind of torture, knowing that Gerard was just a phone call away and yet feeling more distant than ever before. In the hotel room, Gerard sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes red and swollen from crying all night and he was hugging his knees to his chest. "I want Frank," he whispered to himself, his voice hoarse from tears. But even as the words escaped his lips, he knew deep down that it was impossible. He longed to hear Frank's voice, to feel his touch, but the thought of facing him again filled him with a paralyzing fear. How could he ever look Frank in the eye and tell him the truth, that he had betrayed him in the worst possible way? Tears welled up in Gerard's eyes once more as he thought about the pain he had caused. He wished he could turn back time, to undo the mistakes that had torn them apart. But he knew that was impossible. He didn't know how to move forward from this, how to begin to piece his broken heart back together.
Gerard looked at his buzzing phone, the screen lighting up with notifications from Frank, but he didn't want to pick it up. He hesitated for a moment, his thumb hovering over the screen, but ultimately he couldn't bring himself to answer. The thought of facing Frank again, of having to confront the tangled mess was too much to bear. With a heavy sigh, Gerard set the phone aside, the buzzing finally fading into silence. Meanwhile, Frank paced around his house, his footsteps echoing off the walls as he begged Gerard to answer his calls. "Please, Gerard, just pick up," he pleaded into his phone. But there was still no response, only the hollow sound of his own voice bouncing back at him. He checked his phone again and again, his heart sinking with each unanswered call. "Where are you?" he muttered. He longed to hear Gerard's voice, to know that he was okay, but the silence on the other end of the line only fueled his anxiety. Frank sat on the couch, his hands trembling as he clutched his phone tightly. "I can't do this," he muttered to himself. "I can't live without Gerard."
Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought about the possibility of losing Gerard forever. "I need you, Gerard," he whispered, his voice choked with tears. "I need you more than anything." But even as the words escaped his lips, Frank knew that it might already be too late. He had pushed Gerard away with his actions, driven him into the arms of someone else and the thought made his heart ache with pain, a deep. "I'm sorry," he whispered into the empty room, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm so sorry, Gerard." But as the seconds ticked by, Frank knew that apologies alone wouldn't be enough to bring Gerard back to him. He would have to prove, somehow, that he was willing to fight for their love, no matter what it took. Frank tried to call Gerard again, his fingers pressing desperately against the buttons of his phone, but once again, there was no reply. Anger bubbled up inside him as he felt the frustration mounting with each unanswered call. "Why won't you answer me?" he yelled into the phone and he could feel the tears stinging at the corners of his eyes.
He slammed his fist down on the coffee table, the sound reverberating through the room. "Dammit, Gerard!" he shouted. "Why are you doing this to me?" But there was still no response, only the deafening silence that seemed to mock him from the other end of the line. Frank's frustration reached its boiling point, and without thinking, he lashed out, his fist connecting with the small mirror hanging on top of the couch on the wall. The glass shattered into a thousand pieces, scattering across the floor like stars in the night sky. A sharp pain shot through Frank's hand, but he hardly noticed and he watched as the shards of glass fell to the ground. "Why?" he screamed. "Why did you have to leave me?" Frank unplugged the hanging television from the wall and yanked it down with a violent force, sending it crashing to the ground with a deafening thud. "Damn you!" he shouted at the lifeless screen and kicked the TV away.
