broken inside ↯frerard

Best Bros For Life

•Gerard p.o.v.•

He was gone.

Just like that.

I turn around to see Frank just laying there, staring at the once breathing body.

I move my fingers around just to feel the sticky liquid on them.

We are both covered in this needed substance.

"Frank.." Is all I can say right now.. I don't even know this boy but I know how goddamn important he was to him.

I glance at the Frank and see him looking at his hands, then at Ray.

"It's his blood." he whispers.

"I know it is.."

"He is dead."

"Frank, I know."

"No Gerard. You don't." he suddenly gets up.

"Gerard, you don't know how much this boy means to me.. He was everything. EVERYTHING! He was my future. We had a future Gerard! A fucking future." Frank gets closer to me as he explains.

"He is dead. Dead Gerard. You know what that means?"

I now get up and face this blood covered boy.

"That means no future for me Gerard. No more love. No more friendship. No more laughs. No more smiles. No more joy. Nothing."

"Gerard... I died with him."

Frank is dead.

Frank is dead.

Frank is dead.

Frank is dead.

That is all that is going through my mind right now.

But he is right.

They had a future together. They probably planned on running away for months now, even years.

Frank lost his best friend.

He is lost now.

I didn't say a thing.

Nothing.

But I did do something.

Instead of saying 'I am sorry', I did something.

I hugged Frank.

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled him onto my body. His small fragile frame was crushed by the impact, but he let me hug him. Actually, he responded by wrapping his arms around my neck, weeping. His whole body began to shake as he poured his soul onto my chest.

I didn't care if he soaked my sweatshirt.

He was more important.

He needed me, and I am here for him.

If he needed ice-cream, heck I will waste my money for ice-cream.

If he wants a fucking horse, heck I will run and get him one, steal one if I couldn't afford one.

"Frank, I am here for you."

A set of red puffy eyes look at me as I glance down.

Frank's red puffy eyes.

"Don't say that.. If you don't care about me, just say it. A lot of people say 'I am here for you' and they really don't give a crap if I jump off a bridge or not." Frank then loosens his grip on my moist sweatshirt, but instinctively I tighten my grip on him. Like a mother would on her child when she sees something suspicious.