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Dear Gerard
6 reviewsA collection of unsent letters Gerard Way finds after the suicide of his best friend, Frank Iero. (Frerard Two-Shot)
2Ambiance
May 25, 2007
Dear Gerard,
Yesterday was the best day of my life. It was the day that you finally broke up with your girlfriend. Why was I happy, you ask? Well, now we can finally be together. I kept my mouth shut the minute you told me, but I was bursting with happiness on the inside. We bought some DVD's and watched horror movies at my place together all night long. I couldn't fall asleep because of how happy I was. The next day, I would tell you my feelings. I would pour out my soul to you, and you would smile and kiss me back. We would have been together, and happy. So when I woke up, and you were there all smiley and shit, watching Spongebob while eating Frankenberry. You looked so goddamn adorable.
I took a deep breath and stuttered, at first. Remember? You were just standing there, looking all confused and waiting for my next word. So I did it. I poured everything out. And what did you do? You just stood there, with your mouth slightly ajar. You looked so stunned, but not in a good way. You mumbled some lame excuse about how you forgot to feed your cat and you just left....You don't ever fucking have a cat. You're fucking allergic to cats. The minute you slammed that door shut behind you, my heart fucking fell out of my chest and was shattered into a million pieces. I don't understand. I thought you wanted this. I thought you felt the same way. I knew you loved me. You'd kiss me and touch me on stage. We'd joke with Ray, Mikey, and Bob about having wild sex all night. I was there for you my whole life, and you were there for me. Your face always seems to light up when you see me. I just, I just don't get it.
You avoided me for four days, remember. It was only when I went to apologize for making things a awkward between us that you started talking to me again. You went back to laughing, and joking as I didn't fucking pour my heart out to you less than a week ago.
I thought, whatever. You needed time after your breakup with Eliza. And I was going to give you time, I would have given you all the time in the world. I just wanted what was best for you, and I knew we would have been happy together. So I waited.
I waited for Two fucking years.
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Should I continue this? I only will if you guys want me to.
Dear Gerard,
Yesterday was the best day of my life. It was the day that you finally broke up with your girlfriend. Why was I happy, you ask? Well, now we can finally be together. I kept my mouth shut the minute you told me, but I was bursting with happiness on the inside. We bought some DVD's and watched horror movies at my place together all night long. I couldn't fall asleep because of how happy I was. The next day, I would tell you my feelings. I would pour out my soul to you, and you would smile and kiss me back. We would have been together, and happy. So when I woke up, and you were there all smiley and shit, watching Spongebob while eating Frankenberry. You looked so goddamn adorable.
I took a deep breath and stuttered, at first. Remember? You were just standing there, looking all confused and waiting for my next word. So I did it. I poured everything out. And what did you do? You just stood there, with your mouth slightly ajar. You looked so stunned, but not in a good way. You mumbled some lame excuse about how you forgot to feed your cat and you just left....You don't ever fucking have a cat. You're fucking allergic to cats. The minute you slammed that door shut behind you, my heart fucking fell out of my chest and was shattered into a million pieces. I don't understand. I thought you wanted this. I thought you felt the same way. I knew you loved me. You'd kiss me and touch me on stage. We'd joke with Ray, Mikey, and Bob about having wild sex all night. I was there for you my whole life, and you were there for me. Your face always seems to light up when you see me. I just, I just don't get it.
You avoided me for four days, remember. It was only when I went to apologize for making things a awkward between us that you started talking to me again. You went back to laughing, and joking as I didn't fucking pour my heart out to you less than a week ago.
I thought, whatever. You needed time after your breakup with Eliza. And I was going to give you time, I would have given you all the time in the world. I just wanted what was best for you, and I knew we would have been happy together. So I waited.
I waited for Two fucking years.
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Should I continue this? I only will if you guys want me to.
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