I never realized it would be this hard , you know , letting go.
It has only been a couple of years since but I still miss them .
You can never get that image out your head , you can never forget.
The blood stained floor contrasting against his pale skin and their eyes.
That's the worst part about it .
Not their drained and lifeless corpses but their white eyes rolled back into their heads almost trying to stare at you through the boundaries of life. It just doesn't work , as much as you want and need it to you can't forget . The image haunts me , even to this day as I impatiently tap my foot on the metal grate , the sound echoing around me. Waiting is the worst part , he hardly ever comes , but it's the adrenaline pumping round my system preparing me if he does. I can't afford to loose this time , with everything that's happened. I just can't.
Author's note :
This story is in Frank's ( Frank Iero - My Chemical Romance ) POV.
But the tags are true !!!! And "he" is Gerard so all will become clear :D
