Gerard explains a little, and Frank gets emotional.
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"Yes." Gerard whispered softly.
I turned and threw my arms around him, which only resulted in knocking us both over. I pecked his
forhead and both of his cheeks before laying my head on his chest.
"I promised you I'd never miss your birthday, didn't I?" he asked.
"I thought you were dead..." I said, not looking at him.
He sighed. "I am, Frankie."
I shook my head. "Not to me."
He used his hand to turn my face towards him. "It's a long story. You should just forget about
this now and go back to sleep."
"No. I'm going to stay awake. I just slept for about 6 hours, so I should be good for awhile.
"I know you're lying to me. You haven't slept good for a few days. You're so stubborn," Gerard
sighed in defeat. "I'm really dead, Frank.. You saw my body. I-I... I'm here to say goodbye."
I looked at him, but he looked away. "No... stay. You're here now, right? Why can't you stay? We
could just continue on with our lives the way things were-"
He silenced me by placing his lips on mine. "I'm dead though, Frank. There's a reason why I'm
dead. We can't fight that. I may seem alive, but I can't grow old with you, or anything we'd plan
"Why? How are you here?" I asked.
"When I died, I felt like I was being pulled somewhere... One thing led to another, and..."
"Yes?" I urged him.
"I can't tell you," Gerard said.
"Why? You trust me, right?" I asked, slightly offended.
"You know I do. But you'd be in danger. And if anything happened to you, I couldn't live the rest
of eternity with that on my mind," he told me firmly.
"Gerard, at the moment, I could care less. You... you died, but you're here again, visible. Even
you would technically be a... a ghost, I don't care. If you being here with me means you won't
age, or I'll be in danger, or even because it's just immoral, I can live with that," Gerard
opened his mouth, but I was on a roll, "When we were together, happy, alive, you didn't care what
people thought. What changed? So maybe you're not alive totally, and you never will be again, but
I'm too selfish to let you go. These past days I kept telling myself you weren't dead to my
heart, even though my mind knew very well otherwise. Everybody thinks I just haven't totally
realized your dead yet, but in reality- I do. I cry when I'm alone. I don't want them to see me
like that. You know I was never comfortable crying around people- you were the only one." Tears
formed in my eyes.
Gerard finally spoke. "Okay, I'm sorry. I will tell you, I promise, but not now. You need to
rest," he wiped the tears from my face. He got up slowly, picking me up and setting back on the
"But-" I protested.
"I promise I'll be here in the morning," he assured me.
He layed down next to me. After kissing my forehead, he whispered, "Night, Frankie."
Reluctantly, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
One day. That's all I can promise for now.