Frank killed himself a week ago, and this is Gerard's reply. Can be read as a one shot, or a sequel to 'Tragic Frerard'
I know you won't get to read this, or maybe you will? Who knows, you could be reading this over my shoulder right now. To be honest with you Frank, I hate you. I hate that you were selfish enough to take your own life and leave me behind. Not only that, but you left your kids, and your wife. How could you do that? I hate how I see pictures of you now, and want to cry because I know I took away your smile and happiness.
Honestly? I loved you. I still do; how could I not? But love and hate are the same thing to me Frank. I hate to love you. I can't stand it. I feel physically sick, you know why? Because I can't have you, not when you were alive and not now. I hate how much I loved your beard, and your stupidly cute smirk and the way your eyes crinkle at the sides when you laugh or smile.
You were the only person who understood anything I said, anything I ever did. You knew the method behind my madness and didn't question me. Did you not know I would rather have my best friend than nothing at all? It's like a piece of my life will never be filled again.
So just know that I hate you for making me do this to myself, and I love you for knowing that I would always be two steps behind you.
I'll meet you in heaven Frankie, the only place we can be together.