THIS HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED FOR THE TIME BEING!!! :^) I need 2 find the passion i had for this again. could be soon, could be later, could be never. TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, DEATH (will add more when the story progresses) "Wouldn't trade you for the world, swear to God." He murmured. They both knew how big of a lie that was. Frank couldn't help but slip out of bed, leaving the room. At least now he won't be a burden. His lover slept on until morning, not realizing that the so-called love of his life wasn't okay. How could he have known? Frank was a good actor. --------------------------- Dying is painful, watching your love slip through your fingers is harder. Frank learns this after a tragic night on his twenty-fifth birthday, and soon after learns what it means to lose him a second time. It's totally dichotomous thinking, one extreme or the other. Every thought or situation breaking down to nothing but black or white, good or bad, bliss or misery, all or nothing. When it comes to Frank and Gerard, there is no middle ground.