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One More Day
16 ReviewsHe had decided that he would make that day amazing for his boyfriend. Just in case it really was his last.
“So where do you want to go first?” Frank Iero looked at his long term boyfriend, Gerard, with a small smile on his face as he pulled out of the too familiar parking lot.
Gerard stared out the window thoughtfully for a moment before speaking. “I don’t know.” He said softly after a minute. “Surprise me.” He continued looking out the window, taking in every sight he could.
Frank chuckled and nodded his head. “Alright.” He said. He thought of the many places they could go, and he looked at the small clock in his car. 6:43 PM. His tongue flicked to the left side of his mouth where his small silver hooped lip ring was – an action he seemed to do often when he was anxious or something was bothering him. They had left quite late, so they didn’t have much time to do anything.
He pulled into the familiar parking lot of the local mall. Gerard glanced up and frowned when he saw where they were, but didn’t say anything. “I just want to look at something.” Frank explained as he parked, turned off the engine and hopped out. He went to Gerard’s side and opened the door. He reached for his boyfriend but Gerard glared at him.
“I’m perfectly capable of getting out of a car by myself, Frank.” He grumbled, slowly getting up; a focused yet pained expression on his face. He finally stood up straight, swaying a little bit before closing the car door. “See?” Beads of sweat had accumulated on his forehead.
Frank sighed and locked up the car as Gerard slowly began to walk. He stared up at the sign welcoming them to the mall then looked back at Frank, with a questioning glance. Frank shrugged and smiled in response. “I just want to look at something.” He repeated.
Frank took Gerard’s hand in his as they walked through the mall. They were used to the stares they received when they proudly told everyone around them their sexuality by public displays of affection; and they didn’t care. They loved each other and that was all that mattered.
They stopped at several stores – not buying anything; Frank pointed things he found interesting out while Gerard silently observed. Frank knew that Gerard was being so quiet because he was in pain – his boyfriend was one of those people that didn’t like to show when they were in pain; he’d hold it all in until he couldn’t anymore and he’d just explode. Frank sighed and finally stopped when he reached his destination.
Gerard’s eyes widened as they entered the jewelry store. He was surrounded by expensive looking diamonds and other gems that looked as though they more than he had paid for his first car. He looked at Frank, an inquisitive expression on his face, but still didn’t say anything.
“Stay here for a second.” He told Gerard before walking up to the main desk and talking to the woman who sat behind it.
Gerard leaned back against one of the pillars and took a deep breath as he watched the woman get up and go the back room, then come out with a black velvet box. She opened it so Frank could see inside. Gerard craned his neck hoping for a peek at what the box held, but the woman behind the desk closed the small box and put it in a small red drawstring bag, before he could get a good look.
Frank smiled and said something else, glancing back at Gerard who looked down at the floor. When Frank turned around to face the woman again, Gerard looked back up. Frank was saying something to her and suddenly a sympathetic look crossed her features. She put her hand to her chest and Gerard sighed. Did Frank have to tell everyone what was going on? As Frank turned around, Gerard noticed that the woman was staring at him; she gave him one of those sad looks that everyone seemed to be giving him before nodding her head, smiling, and then turning away.
“Okay. All done.” Frank said, kissing Gerard’s cheek.
“Do you have to tell everybody?” Gerard whispered as they headed towards the mall exit.
Frank glanced at him. “What do you mean?” He asked innocently.
Gerard bit down on his lip. “I don’t like the way they look at me.” Frank frowned in confusion. “They all give me the same look and I hate it.” Gerard swallowed hoping to get rid of the lump that was starting in his throat and blinked his eyes to stop tears from falling. He hated that every little thing made him want to cry then. It just made things worse.
“I’m sorry.” Frank said softly, kissing Gerard’s cheek. “I won’t tell anybody else.” He promised, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand.
“Okay…” Gerard said quietly, though he knew what Frank really meant; ‘by tonight it won’t matter’. He took a deep breath as he opened the car door and slowly got inside, closing it after. Frank quickly turned on the car and pulled out of the parking lot. “Where are we going now?” He asked breaking the silence.
“You told me to surprise you.” Frank reminded him. Gerard couldn’t help but smile and Frank felt a tinge of happiness inside. That had been the first time he had seen the older man smile in a long while and it made him feel accomplished to know that he had been the reason for such an occurrence.
Gerard went back to looking out the window and once again his mouth dropped open as they pulled up to a fun center. “No way…” He whispered, looking at Frank in surprise. Frank grinned and parked, hopping out of the car quickly. Gerard opened the car door and got up. There were kids of all ages running around, playing games, and eating cotton candy and other junk foods.
Frank took Gerard’s hand and they quickly walked up to the front where a young man in a uniform stood. He looked at them and then their hands and made a face. Frank ignored the disgusted look the man gave him. “Two adults.” He said, still smiling. Gerard sighed; nothing could really dampen Frank’s excitement, even the people who looked down upon them.
The man in the small booth reluctantly gave him two tickets and stamped their hands. “Have a good time.” He said simply. Frank grinned and pulled Gerard through the gates. The smell of hot dogs and cotton candy filled their noses, and the sound of little children yelling echoed in their ears. Gerard winced as a parent carried a screaming child away. He hated loud noises – especially now. His hearing had become extremely sensitive.
Frank noticed and pulled him away to a small roller-coaster type ride. Gerard’s lip twitched and he couldn’t help but smile and yell along with Frank, not caring how many people stared at the two grown men on the ride.
After a couple hours of playing games, Frank dragged Gerard to a small booth; it was a game where you had to throw balls to knock over bottles and you’d win a prize – the prizes being stuffed animals.
“Frank, this is kiddy stuff.” Gerard protested as Frank put the ball in his hand.
“That’s the point, Gee. Besides, we’ve been doing kiddy stuff all day.” Frank giggled. “Now go!” He said, letting go of Gerard’s hand.
Gerard pulled his arm back and threw the ball but it didn’t seem to go very far. He sighed. He was losing strength as well, which meant he was going to fail at this game – but being Gerard, he wanted to keep trying until he could at least manage to hit one bottle. After he had used up all 5 of the balls, he was sweating and panting. None of the bottles were knocked over and the balls had barely even reached them. He felt tears sting his eyes. “Fuck it.” He grumbled, running his hand through his dark hair.
Frank looked at him, unsure of what to do. He knew that Gerard hated what was happening to him. A year ago he would have knocked all five bottles down without breaking a sweat. Now he was gasping and sweating as though he had just finished running a marathon. The man standing behind the table stared at him curiously as if trying to figure why a grown man couldn’t win a ‘kiddy game’.
Frank bit his lip and tried to stop himself from telling the man why Gerard was like this, though he had told many other people before and they all had the same reaction. That’s what Gerard had meant about not liking the look people gave him. He hated how people stared at him as though he was dying – even though he was.
Almost a year and a half before, Gerard had been diagnosed with cancer. Doctors said gave him a death sentence of one year; one year later, after long periods of chemotherapy, he seemed to be fine and everything was almost back to normal. But then the cancer came back – except this time, Gerard didn’t want chemotherapy. He hated what it did to him. He had just grown his hair back, he was getting stronger, and he wasn’t in that much pain anymore. Frank tried to convince him that the chemotherapy had more of a guarantee of beating it but Gerard refused, telling Frank that the treatment was worse than the illness. But Frank wasn’t so sure afterward. It had now been another six months – that day they had just returned to the doctor for a check-up, where they had received terrifying and heartbreaking news.
They expected Gerard wouldn’t survive the night.
Gerard had protested that he was feeling fine, though he was in serious pain and somewhere deep inside, something was telling him that the doctor spoke the truth. Frank was in denial. Gerard just couldn’t die, he just couldn’t – but he knew that even though he told himself one thing, his heart was telling him another. He heard Gerard crying late at night when he thought Frank was asleep; he knew the pain he was in when he did everyday things. It was too late for any treatment. So Frank had decided that he would make that day amazing for his boyfriend. Just in case it really was his last.
Frank looked at Gerard then looked at the man. “Hey uh… I’ll try.” He said. The man raised an eyebrow and shoved a basket of balls in Frank’s direction. Frank surprised himself by knocking every one of the bottles down. He picked out a small panda bear and handed it towards Gerard.
Gerard stared at it before turning around and walking away. Frank sighed. “Gee…” he ran after him. Gerard left the fun center, walking out the same gate they came in. He went straight to the car and leaned against it, his head tilted down so his hair covered up face. Frank knew he was crying. He knew Gerard was upset because Frank had been able to do what he couldn’t – he easily got upset at things like that. “Gee….” Frank repeated, grabbing Gerard’s chin and tilting his face up.
Gerard’s skin was paler than usual, his face hallow and his eyes dull – quite the opposite from the way he had been a few months before. “I used to be able to do that.” He whispered, tears still falling from his eyes.
“I know… That probably wasn’t the best game.” Frank said, running his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry, Gee.” He whispered.
Gerard bit his lip and looked at the panda bear. “That mine?” He asked quietly.
Frank nodded and a small smile spread across his face. “Here you go.” He handed the stuffed animal to Gerard who took it.
“Thanks, Frankie…” He said quietly, then smiled at the younger man.
“No problem.” Frank shrugged, then cupped Gerard’s face in his hands. “I love you.” He said quietly, before kissing him softly. “So much.” He added, after planting another on his lips.
“I love you too.” Gerard replied sweetly, before opening the car door and getting inside. When Frank started the car, he noticed Gerard was staring at the small clock.
8:32 PM.
They had been at the fun center for a couple hours and it was getting dark. Right then, Frank knew exactly where they had to go next.
After several minutes of driving, he stopped at a park. Gerard blinked and he felt tears fill his eyes – it was the park they had first met in; Where it all began. He remembered, he had been sitting under a tree sketching whatever he saw – when he saw Frank walking one of his dogs, he ended up adding him to his artwork. Frank noticed that Gerard was staring at him and decided to walk over and see what he was doing.
“Hey.” Frank said, staring down at Gerard, an amused expression on his face.
“H-Hi.” Gerard stammered, closing his sketchbook awkwardly.
“Are you a creeper?” Frank asked bluntly.
Gerard opened his mouth and closed it rapidly like a fish gasping for air. “W-What? I-I was j-j-just….” He hated when he stuttered like this – it only happened when he was nervous; which was a lot. Gerard was a pretty awkward guy.
“Sketching me.” Frank finished for him, raising an eyebrow. “Like a creeper.” He had added quickly.
“Sorry…” Gerard said, looking away. He was so embarrassed, he didn’t even know what to say.
“Can I see it?” Frank asked, sitting down beside Gerard, his hand still holding onto the leash as his small dog ran around attempting to chase a butterfly, but only finding itself back near the two men.
“W-What?” Gerard asked in shock.
“Well since it was me you were sketching, I think I have the right to see it.” Frank sighed, leaning against the tree and staring at Gerard intently.
“Uh… okay.” He had never had a stranger ask to see his artwork before so he felt awkward while opening up his sketchbook and flipping the page that he had recently used. He handed the sketchbook to Frank with a shaky hand.
“Chill, I’m not an art critic.” Frank rolled his eyes, and his eyebrows raised as he observed the work. He frowned and then nodded. “Alright, uh… I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name.”
“Gerard.” Gerard said quickly, then blushed for a reason he did not know.
“That’s too long.” Frank waved his hand. “Alright, Gee.” He said. Gerard blinked in awe at how quickly the stranger had given him a nickname. “Since this happens to be amazing,” he gestured to the sketchbook before giving it back to Gerard. “I’m not gonna freak out on you.” He grinned. “You seem like a good creeper. I think we’ll become friends.”
And they did.
Much more than friends.
They had spent time together in that same park more times than they could count – it was their place and Frank felt that it only seemed right to come back there now. The sun was setting as they sat down on a bench in front of the lake. Gerard was still holding his stuffed panda and his head was resting on Frank’s shoulder while Frank had his arm wrapped around him.
They watched the sunset in silence and then spoke about all the memories they had. Finally it was dark and Frank felt ill, knowing that the time was coming closer and closer by the second.
They stared up at the stars.
“They’re so beautiful.” Gerard whispered.
“Yeah. Just like you.” Frank said.
Gerard smiled at the corny line then shook his head. “Have you seen me lately?” He chuckled bitterly. “I’m surprised I haven’t broken any mirrors… I’m surprised you haven’t just…” He swallowed. “I’m ugly, Frank. It’s what this stupid cancer’s doing to me.” He whispered harshly.
Frank sighed. That was the first time Gerard had ever said ‘cancer’ the whole time he had it. He usually referred to it as ‘it’ or ‘this stupid sickness’ or something else. “Gerard.” Frank took his other hand and took Gerard’s chin, tilting his face so it was facing him. “You’ll always be beautiful to me.” Then he kissed his lips softly. “I love you, more than anything. You’re perfect.” He said quietly.
“I love you too, Frankie…” Gerard sighed, resting his head back on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
Then suddenly Frank gasped. “Gee, did you see that? A shooting star.” He whispered excitedly.
“Hmm…” Gerard nodded weakly.
“What’d you wish for Gee?”
“You… happy….” Gerard mumbled softly. “What did you wish for?” His voice was barely above a whisper.
Frank paused and thought about what he had wished for, then turned to Gerard. His face fell. Gerard’s eyes were closed and Frank could already tell he had stopped breathing.
Frank pulled out the red bag and took the small velvet box out of it. He opened it and pulled out one of the silver rings. It had 'Forever.' engraved on the front and their names engraved on the inside. He slid it onto Gerard's ring finger, kissed his forehead and whispered.
“One more day with you.”
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Gerard stared out the window thoughtfully for a moment before speaking. “I don’t know.” He said softly after a minute. “Surprise me.” He continued looking out the window, taking in every sight he could.
Frank chuckled and nodded his head. “Alright.” He said. He thought of the many places they could go, and he looked at the small clock in his car. 6:43 PM. His tongue flicked to the left side of his mouth where his small silver hooped lip ring was – an action he seemed to do often when he was anxious or something was bothering him. They had left quite late, so they didn’t have much time to do anything.
He pulled into the familiar parking lot of the local mall. Gerard glanced up and frowned when he saw where they were, but didn’t say anything. “I just want to look at something.” Frank explained as he parked, turned off the engine and hopped out. He went to Gerard’s side and opened the door. He reached for his boyfriend but Gerard glared at him.
“I’m perfectly capable of getting out of a car by myself, Frank.” He grumbled, slowly getting up; a focused yet pained expression on his face. He finally stood up straight, swaying a little bit before closing the car door. “See?” Beads of sweat had accumulated on his forehead.
Frank sighed and locked up the car as Gerard slowly began to walk. He stared up at the sign welcoming them to the mall then looked back at Frank, with a questioning glance. Frank shrugged and smiled in response. “I just want to look at something.” He repeated.
Frank took Gerard’s hand in his as they walked through the mall. They were used to the stares they received when they proudly told everyone around them their sexuality by public displays of affection; and they didn’t care. They loved each other and that was all that mattered.
They stopped at several stores – not buying anything; Frank pointed things he found interesting out while Gerard silently observed. Frank knew that Gerard was being so quiet because he was in pain – his boyfriend was one of those people that didn’t like to show when they were in pain; he’d hold it all in until he couldn’t anymore and he’d just explode. Frank sighed and finally stopped when he reached his destination.
Gerard’s eyes widened as they entered the jewelry store. He was surrounded by expensive looking diamonds and other gems that looked as though they more than he had paid for his first car. He looked at Frank, an inquisitive expression on his face, but still didn’t say anything.
“Stay here for a second.” He told Gerard before walking up to the main desk and talking to the woman who sat behind it.
Gerard leaned back against one of the pillars and took a deep breath as he watched the woman get up and go the back room, then come out with a black velvet box. She opened it so Frank could see inside. Gerard craned his neck hoping for a peek at what the box held, but the woman behind the desk closed the small box and put it in a small red drawstring bag, before he could get a good look.
Frank smiled and said something else, glancing back at Gerard who looked down at the floor. When Frank turned around to face the woman again, Gerard looked back up. Frank was saying something to her and suddenly a sympathetic look crossed her features. She put her hand to her chest and Gerard sighed. Did Frank have to tell everyone what was going on? As Frank turned around, Gerard noticed that the woman was staring at him; she gave him one of those sad looks that everyone seemed to be giving him before nodding her head, smiling, and then turning away.
“Okay. All done.” Frank said, kissing Gerard’s cheek.
“Do you have to tell everybody?” Gerard whispered as they headed towards the mall exit.
Frank glanced at him. “What do you mean?” He asked innocently.
Gerard bit down on his lip. “I don’t like the way they look at me.” Frank frowned in confusion. “They all give me the same look and I hate it.” Gerard swallowed hoping to get rid of the lump that was starting in his throat and blinked his eyes to stop tears from falling. He hated that every little thing made him want to cry then. It just made things worse.
“I’m sorry.” Frank said softly, kissing Gerard’s cheek. “I won’t tell anybody else.” He promised, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand.
“Okay…” Gerard said quietly, though he knew what Frank really meant; ‘by tonight it won’t matter’. He took a deep breath as he opened the car door and slowly got inside, closing it after. Frank quickly turned on the car and pulled out of the parking lot. “Where are we going now?” He asked breaking the silence.
“You told me to surprise you.” Frank reminded him. Gerard couldn’t help but smile and Frank felt a tinge of happiness inside. That had been the first time he had seen the older man smile in a long while and it made him feel accomplished to know that he had been the reason for such an occurrence.
Gerard went back to looking out the window and once again his mouth dropped open as they pulled up to a fun center. “No way…” He whispered, looking at Frank in surprise. Frank grinned and parked, hopping out of the car quickly. Gerard opened the car door and got up. There were kids of all ages running around, playing games, and eating cotton candy and other junk foods.
Frank took Gerard’s hand and they quickly walked up to the front where a young man in a uniform stood. He looked at them and then their hands and made a face. Frank ignored the disgusted look the man gave him. “Two adults.” He said, still smiling. Gerard sighed; nothing could really dampen Frank’s excitement, even the people who looked down upon them.
The man in the small booth reluctantly gave him two tickets and stamped their hands. “Have a good time.” He said simply. Frank grinned and pulled Gerard through the gates. The smell of hot dogs and cotton candy filled their noses, and the sound of little children yelling echoed in their ears. Gerard winced as a parent carried a screaming child away. He hated loud noises – especially now. His hearing had become extremely sensitive.
Frank noticed and pulled him away to a small roller-coaster type ride. Gerard’s lip twitched and he couldn’t help but smile and yell along with Frank, not caring how many people stared at the two grown men on the ride.
After a couple hours of playing games, Frank dragged Gerard to a small booth; it was a game where you had to throw balls to knock over bottles and you’d win a prize – the prizes being stuffed animals.
“Frank, this is kiddy stuff.” Gerard protested as Frank put the ball in his hand.
“That’s the point, Gee. Besides, we’ve been doing kiddy stuff all day.” Frank giggled. “Now go!” He said, letting go of Gerard’s hand.
Gerard pulled his arm back and threw the ball but it didn’t seem to go very far. He sighed. He was losing strength as well, which meant he was going to fail at this game – but being Gerard, he wanted to keep trying until he could at least manage to hit one bottle. After he had used up all 5 of the balls, he was sweating and panting. None of the bottles were knocked over and the balls had barely even reached them. He felt tears sting his eyes. “Fuck it.” He grumbled, running his hand through his dark hair.
Frank looked at him, unsure of what to do. He knew that Gerard hated what was happening to him. A year ago he would have knocked all five bottles down without breaking a sweat. Now he was gasping and sweating as though he had just finished running a marathon. The man standing behind the table stared at him curiously as if trying to figure why a grown man couldn’t win a ‘kiddy game’.
Frank bit his lip and tried to stop himself from telling the man why Gerard was like this, though he had told many other people before and they all had the same reaction. That’s what Gerard had meant about not liking the look people gave him. He hated how people stared at him as though he was dying – even though he was.
Almost a year and a half before, Gerard had been diagnosed with cancer. Doctors said gave him a death sentence of one year; one year later, after long periods of chemotherapy, he seemed to be fine and everything was almost back to normal. But then the cancer came back – except this time, Gerard didn’t want chemotherapy. He hated what it did to him. He had just grown his hair back, he was getting stronger, and he wasn’t in that much pain anymore. Frank tried to convince him that the chemotherapy had more of a guarantee of beating it but Gerard refused, telling Frank that the treatment was worse than the illness. But Frank wasn’t so sure afterward. It had now been another six months – that day they had just returned to the doctor for a check-up, where they had received terrifying and heartbreaking news.
They expected Gerard wouldn’t survive the night.
Gerard had protested that he was feeling fine, though he was in serious pain and somewhere deep inside, something was telling him that the doctor spoke the truth. Frank was in denial. Gerard just couldn’t die, he just couldn’t – but he knew that even though he told himself one thing, his heart was telling him another. He heard Gerard crying late at night when he thought Frank was asleep; he knew the pain he was in when he did everyday things. It was too late for any treatment. So Frank had decided that he would make that day amazing for his boyfriend. Just in case it really was his last.
Frank looked at Gerard then looked at the man. “Hey uh… I’ll try.” He said. The man raised an eyebrow and shoved a basket of balls in Frank’s direction. Frank surprised himself by knocking every one of the bottles down. He picked out a small panda bear and handed it towards Gerard.
Gerard stared at it before turning around and walking away. Frank sighed. “Gee…” he ran after him. Gerard left the fun center, walking out the same gate they came in. He went straight to the car and leaned against it, his head tilted down so his hair covered up face. Frank knew he was crying. He knew Gerard was upset because Frank had been able to do what he couldn’t – he easily got upset at things like that. “Gee….” Frank repeated, grabbing Gerard’s chin and tilting his face up.
Gerard’s skin was paler than usual, his face hallow and his eyes dull – quite the opposite from the way he had been a few months before. “I used to be able to do that.” He whispered, tears still falling from his eyes.
“I know… That probably wasn’t the best game.” Frank said, running his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry, Gee.” He whispered.
Gerard bit his lip and looked at the panda bear. “That mine?” He asked quietly.
Frank nodded and a small smile spread across his face. “Here you go.” He handed the stuffed animal to Gerard who took it.
“Thanks, Frankie…” He said quietly, then smiled at the younger man.
“No problem.” Frank shrugged, then cupped Gerard’s face in his hands. “I love you.” He said quietly, before kissing him softly. “So much.” He added, after planting another on his lips.
“I love you too.” Gerard replied sweetly, before opening the car door and getting inside. When Frank started the car, he noticed Gerard was staring at the small clock.
8:32 PM.
They had been at the fun center for a couple hours and it was getting dark. Right then, Frank knew exactly where they had to go next.
After several minutes of driving, he stopped at a park. Gerard blinked and he felt tears fill his eyes – it was the park they had first met in; Where it all began. He remembered, he had been sitting under a tree sketching whatever he saw – when he saw Frank walking one of his dogs, he ended up adding him to his artwork. Frank noticed that Gerard was staring at him and decided to walk over and see what he was doing.
“Hey.” Frank said, staring down at Gerard, an amused expression on his face.
“H-Hi.” Gerard stammered, closing his sketchbook awkwardly.
“Are you a creeper?” Frank asked bluntly.
Gerard opened his mouth and closed it rapidly like a fish gasping for air. “W-What? I-I was j-j-just….” He hated when he stuttered like this – it only happened when he was nervous; which was a lot. Gerard was a pretty awkward guy.
“Sketching me.” Frank finished for him, raising an eyebrow. “Like a creeper.” He had added quickly.
“Sorry…” Gerard said, looking away. He was so embarrassed, he didn’t even know what to say.
“Can I see it?” Frank asked, sitting down beside Gerard, his hand still holding onto the leash as his small dog ran around attempting to chase a butterfly, but only finding itself back near the two men.
“W-What?” Gerard asked in shock.
“Well since it was me you were sketching, I think I have the right to see it.” Frank sighed, leaning against the tree and staring at Gerard intently.
“Uh… okay.” He had never had a stranger ask to see his artwork before so he felt awkward while opening up his sketchbook and flipping the page that he had recently used. He handed the sketchbook to Frank with a shaky hand.
“Chill, I’m not an art critic.” Frank rolled his eyes, and his eyebrows raised as he observed the work. He frowned and then nodded. “Alright, uh… I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name.”
“Gerard.” Gerard said quickly, then blushed for a reason he did not know.
“That’s too long.” Frank waved his hand. “Alright, Gee.” He said. Gerard blinked in awe at how quickly the stranger had given him a nickname. “Since this happens to be amazing,” he gestured to the sketchbook before giving it back to Gerard. “I’m not gonna freak out on you.” He grinned. “You seem like a good creeper. I think we’ll become friends.”
And they did.
Much more than friends.
They had spent time together in that same park more times than they could count – it was their place and Frank felt that it only seemed right to come back there now. The sun was setting as they sat down on a bench in front of the lake. Gerard was still holding his stuffed panda and his head was resting on Frank’s shoulder while Frank had his arm wrapped around him.
They watched the sunset in silence and then spoke about all the memories they had. Finally it was dark and Frank felt ill, knowing that the time was coming closer and closer by the second.
They stared up at the stars.
“They’re so beautiful.” Gerard whispered.
“Yeah. Just like you.” Frank said.
Gerard smiled at the corny line then shook his head. “Have you seen me lately?” He chuckled bitterly. “I’m surprised I haven’t broken any mirrors… I’m surprised you haven’t just…” He swallowed. “I’m ugly, Frank. It’s what this stupid cancer’s doing to me.” He whispered harshly.
Frank sighed. That was the first time Gerard had ever said ‘cancer’ the whole time he had it. He usually referred to it as ‘it’ or ‘this stupid sickness’ or something else. “Gerard.” Frank took his other hand and took Gerard’s chin, tilting his face so it was facing him. “You’ll always be beautiful to me.” Then he kissed his lips softly. “I love you, more than anything. You’re perfect.” He said quietly.
“I love you too, Frankie…” Gerard sighed, resting his head back on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
Then suddenly Frank gasped. “Gee, did you see that? A shooting star.” He whispered excitedly.
“Hmm…” Gerard nodded weakly.
“What’d you wish for Gee?”
“You… happy….” Gerard mumbled softly. “What did you wish for?” His voice was barely above a whisper.
Frank paused and thought about what he had wished for, then turned to Gerard. His face fell. Gerard’s eyes were closed and Frank could already tell he had stopped breathing.
Frank pulled out the red bag and took the small velvet box out of it. He opened it and pulled out one of the silver rings. It had 'Forever.' engraved on the front and their names engraved on the inside. He slid it onto Gerard's ring finger, kissed his forehead and whispered.
“One more day with you.”
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Hey guys, I wrote another tragic one shot. It isn't My Chemical Romance (it's Avenged Sevenfold) but I've posted it on here and DeviantArt so if you could rate and review it, that would be great!
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