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I stood watching him as he left the house and walked down the Street. Following him in silence. As I watched him I could see despair in his eyes, I caused this despair. I looked down hair falling in front of my eyes. How could I do this to him? He looked so lost. I wanted to be there for him but I couldn't. I watched him continue on to work, pausing at the cemetery. I saw him walk over to a head stone and saw that is was my head stone. I could only imagine what is like for them when they had been told my body had been stolen from the morgue, and that they had to bury an empty casket. A red tear ran down my cheek as I looked at the tombstone.

“ Gerard Arthur Way, Cherished friend, son and … brother.”
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I heard something behind me as I looked at the tombstone, I spun around but nothing was there, I frowned as I pushed my glasses up my nose, I noticed something red on the ground… blood? I looked around, but where had it come from? I frowned confused before I turned back to the tombstone and placed down a single black rose and turned to head back to work. My long fringe fell in front of my face as I placed my frozen hands into my jacket pockets. I watched my breath condense in front of me. I fought back tears as I arrived at work and headed in and put on my uniform.

My mind was off today, I couldn’t stay focused. My mind kept wandering back to the graveyard. I could have sworn someone had been there. And not only that but their presence felt familiar, it felt wanted.

“ Mikey” I heard my name being chanted I turned and saw my manager.

“ Your finished works over’ he said chuckling. I nodded and changed from my uniform before heading out into the brisk winter air. I sighed as I thought about my brother. I looked across the street into an alley, I paused to have a double take, and Gerard was standing there. He was watching me. I hesitate looking at him but as a car went past he was gone. I shook my head.

“ Great one mikey now your hallucinating’ I muttered to myself before trudging home.

Once in I walked to my room and slammed the door shut. I turned my music up to its loudest before gripping the photo frame, inside it harnessed the picture, the last picture of me and Gerard together.

We had been at the fair, he had his arm around my neck and we both had ice cream on our faces from our ice cream fight. Tears dripped onto the photo before I fell from my hand and I fell back onto the bed curling into a little ball sobs shocking through my body like electric waves.
In my blurred teary vision I caught a glimpse of gerard in the corner of my room before everything went black, I had cried myself to sleep. As I had done most nights. And like every other night I had nightmares of what happened to Gerard in the crash the pain he must have gone through it was all I could seem to remember of him. In my sleep I heard a whisper.

“ Remember Me,” it cooed. My dream changed and my dream was of my past with Gerard, it was the good times with him. And I remembered Gerard for himself.
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I felt tears run down my face at the sight of my brother. He used to be so strong he used to be the one who held me together, and to see him broken like this. I walked over and lent my forehead against his temple I watched his dreams. More tears came and kissed his temple softly and murmured.

“ Remember me” before I turned and left taking once last glance down at him. I knew I couldn’t live like this much longer watching him go by day by day, shattering every new day in a new way. He was loosing a shard of himself with every minute. And I wasn't going to just stand here and watch.

I leapt out of the window and ran home, when I got there I smiled when I saw frank, I was glad he was here. Finally.

I noticed his eyes widened as he saw my blood stained face.

“ What happened Gerard’ he bolted over, and that is when I remembered and I collapsed into his arms crying. He led me over to eh bed stroking my hair cooing to me softly trying calm me down.
“ Shh what’s wrong’ he asked softly and I gripped his shirt.

“ I can’t stand to see it frank my brother mikey he is tearing himself apart and it is all because of me”. He continued to stroke my hair and just cooed softly saying it wasn’t my fault as he caressed my shoulders and head softly. I felt relaxed in his arms. And soon found myself falling into a deep sleep.
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I looked down at Gerard’s fragile form it killed me to see him like this. I knew I had to get mikey for him but I didn't know how. I stroked his hair softly as he slept. I bit my lip I knew I had to help after all Gerard had done so much for me.

Determinded I got up from the bed getting his brothers address from his phone I ran there as fast as I could. I jumped through the window and looked down at the sleeping form. I noticed the wet patch on the pillow by him. His glasses were askew I took them off and placed them on the bedside table. I watched him closely before leaving a note by his head. I smirked at my handy work and ran back home and lay next to Gerard and pulled him to me and grinned and fell asleep.
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Lying on the bed next to mikey in perfect imitated scripture of Gerard’s handwriting was a note reading.

Remember me.