....I watched you fall from grace as you repeatedly pushed yourself to show artificial devotion.
story is currently happening in my real life obviously not with MCR. cant think of a good summary. read and give advice!!!
The soul that could sing a million words and never be able to say half of what he felt inside. (Frerard)
Typical coffeeshop romance. Frerard.
Gerard misses Frank.
He can’t hear Frank’s heart. And he can’t hear anyone but himself. Not the overly made-up teenagers or the suit-wearing multi-tasker. (Frerard-ish)
I cant think of a summary review!!!
Eyes don't lie. Not.
She's talking to the fans. Mini oneshot
from an icon
(Frerard) I flung myself toward the beam, leaning over and expecting to see his body sprawled below in a mix of materials that nobody should ever be exposed to, but there was nothing, not a single ...
Frerard in mind; no names mentioned. Poem/fic type thing.