My god. I'm a weeping wreck here.
H-how do you make it so emotional? I mean people dying is a pretty sad subject anyway but I hardly ever cry at writings because I'm a cold- hearted bitch. But jeez.
The fact that Frank kept all of the paintings and his estrangement to bandit, despite knowing Gerard so well.
Fuck I don't even know what to say anymore.
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