If You Marry Me, Would You... (Frerard)

Chapter 34

Frank frowned. After his boyfriend stormed out of the house and slammed the door behind him, the younger was left confused and a little shocked.

Whatever Gerard was thinking about at that night couldn't be good, he knew, and it was probably even worse than he thought.

But he didn't have time to figure it out, because something already caught his attention...

His eyes wandered across the floor until they landed on the small drawer in the older's drawing desk.

When the other man entered the house and walked into the bedroom, he opened that drawer, quickly put something inside and shut it, probably not noticing the younger as he stood at the doorstep, seeing every move.

And Frank wondered, what if...

No. He wouldn't open that drawer. It was Gerard's private property. Frank couldn't open it without the man's permission. That would be wrong.

But... Gerard had been keeping so many secrets. What if this drawer was going to help Frank realize some of the things he was going through? Even if just a little fraction?

The young man shook his head, from where he was leaning against the door frame, his arms folded.

And he continued to stare at the drawer.

What did Gerard put in there? Where did he get it from? The two have been together all day, they went back home straight from the hospital, they sat in the waiting room together for hours. What did that-

That's it. That's fucking it, Frank needed to open that drawer.

It was so wrong, yet it felt so necessary. Gerard might be keeping something dangerous in there, and he wouldn't let Frank in with anything he was going through.

So the younger walked across the room, hesitant yet determined to know what the fuck was wrong with his boyfriend.

He didn't care that Gerard was a vampire, he didn't care that the man had a crazy brother who liked to torture Frank and hurt him, he didn't care that he sounded like a nosy girlfriend.

He didn't care that he couldn't understand a thing from what was going on around him. Gerard was keeping too much away from him, and Frank couldn't stand it anymore.

So, with a slightly shaky hand, he reached forward, took the small handle, and pulled the wooden drawer open.

Paper. That was the first thing he noticed.

The drawer was full of small paper notes, white as snow, folded and stacked together.

'Strange,' Frank thought.

After a few minutes of just staring into the pile of papers, he decided to grab one, unfolded it, and looked inside.

All he could think about as he read was: what the fuck?

xoxoxoxo

A figure.

That's what he was. A figure. A person. A man who stood in the middle of the dimly-lit alley, glaring into the air as he leaned against the brick wall and waited.

You could clearly see his emotions radiating from him. His body was shaking with anger, his eyes were wet with tears of self-hatred, his lower lip was quivering with sadness and guilt.

His mind was flooded with thoughts. Memories, feelings, past experiences, people he met, guys he fucked, people he loved, people he didn't like.

All his life prepared him for this moment. He didn't know that yet, but he felt something. He felt everything.