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BABETTE
We were both mortified. We walked around the rest of the day enduring rude jokes and jeers from everybody. I felt like I could never show my face again. But thankfully night fell and Gerard and I were finally given our privacy.
We burrowed down into the puffy quilt and tangled our arms around one another like some crazy sort of pretzel knot. Gerard whispered sweet nothings in my ear and kissed every inch of my skin. He was so gentle and careful with me, as if I was a tiny porcelain doll that was very fragile and easy to shatter. And despite the days embarrassing events, I felt warm and safe with his arms wound tightly around me.
“Hand in mine, into your icy blues. And then I’d say to you, we could take to the high way with this trunk of ammunition too. I’d end my days with you in a hail of bullets.” Gerard sang softly in my left ear. I got goose bumps from his voice as he continued to sing those bitter sweet lyrics. “I’m trying; I’m trying to let you know just how much you mean to me. And after all this things we put each other through…”
And with those few lyrics I was hit with a flood of emotions and memories. It was such a perfect description of our relationship. All the fights, the trails, the errors. Gerard had captured it to perfectly it made my stomach ache. We’d been through so much together and I could imagine my life without him in it anymore. He was the drug and I was hooked.
“That song brings back a lot of memories. Good and bad.” I said in a hushed tone when Gerard finished singing. He looked at me and kissed my cheeks and the tip of my nose.
“Can I be honest with you?” I asked. I had some things to get off my chest. Gerard nodded silently and looked concerned. “I’ve been feeling kind of depressed lately. Like, numb and sad all the time.” I confessed. Not to mention anxious and scared when left alone for long periods of time. I didn’t all that part though, I didn’t want to worry him. He was already under so much stress from work…
“Do you wanna see a doctor about it? This is really bad?” he asked, looking me over. I shook my head.
“Well, I’m sure it’s just a phase. Probably nothing to worry about.” I said, shrugging it off. Gerard wouldn’t let it go now.
“Babes, if it’s bad you can tell me. I know people who could help you with it.” He assured me. I shook my head again. I’d gotten him all shook up and I felt bad about it.
“I’ll be fine. I don’t even know why I told you. I’ll be fine.” I repeated, trying to convince myself more than I was him. Gerard bit his lip and looked at me with a worried expression.
“You sure?” he asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.
“I told you, I’ll be fine.” I said again. He sighed heavily and pulled me close once more and I was glad.
“Whatever you say Babes…” his voice trailed off.
We shut our eyes and took in deep breathes that soothed us into a doze. But as we were just about off, somebody opened the door. Gerard reached over and turned on our puny and ineffective bed side lamp.
“Gee? Are you awake?” asked Mikey through the darkness. Gerard and I both sat up to see him standing awkwardly in our doorway. He didn’t have his glasses of and his hair was unflat-ironed. He was holding a pillow and a small blanket in his bony hands. Over the time we had been here, I noticed Mikey was acting very strange. One moment he would be happy as a clam and then the next he would be total wreck. Everybody else had taken an interest too, but figured it was just stress and that it would pass.
“Yeah. What’s up?” Gerard asked, rubbing his eyes.
“I, um had a nightmare.” Mikey mumbled. “Can I stay in here with you?” Gerard looked at me with questioning eyes and I nodded.
“Sure Mikey.” Gerard said with a shrug. Mikey muttered his thanks and set up a little pallet on the floor. Gerard switched off the useless lamp and we dove back into the covers.
We were both mortified. We walked around the rest of the day enduring rude jokes and jeers from everybody. I felt like I could never show my face again. But thankfully night fell and Gerard and I were finally given our privacy.
We burrowed down into the puffy quilt and tangled our arms around one another like some crazy sort of pretzel knot. Gerard whispered sweet nothings in my ear and kissed every inch of my skin. He was so gentle and careful with me, as if I was a tiny porcelain doll that was very fragile and easy to shatter. And despite the days embarrassing events, I felt warm and safe with his arms wound tightly around me.
“Hand in mine, into your icy blues. And then I’d say to you, we could take to the high way with this trunk of ammunition too. I’d end my days with you in a hail of bullets.” Gerard sang softly in my left ear. I got goose bumps from his voice as he continued to sing those bitter sweet lyrics. “I’m trying; I’m trying to let you know just how much you mean to me. And after all this things we put each other through…”
And with those few lyrics I was hit with a flood of emotions and memories. It was such a perfect description of our relationship. All the fights, the trails, the errors. Gerard had captured it to perfectly it made my stomach ache. We’d been through so much together and I could imagine my life without him in it anymore. He was the drug and I was hooked.
“That song brings back a lot of memories. Good and bad.” I said in a hushed tone when Gerard finished singing. He looked at me and kissed my cheeks and the tip of my nose.
“Can I be honest with you?” I asked. I had some things to get off my chest. Gerard nodded silently and looked concerned. “I’ve been feeling kind of depressed lately. Like, numb and sad all the time.” I confessed. Not to mention anxious and scared when left alone for long periods of time. I didn’t all that part though, I didn’t want to worry him. He was already under so much stress from work…
“Do you wanna see a doctor about it? This is really bad?” he asked, looking me over. I shook my head.
“Well, I’m sure it’s just a phase. Probably nothing to worry about.” I said, shrugging it off. Gerard wouldn’t let it go now.
“Babes, if it’s bad you can tell me. I know people who could help you with it.” He assured me. I shook my head again. I’d gotten him all shook up and I felt bad about it.
“I’ll be fine. I don’t even know why I told you. I’ll be fine.” I repeated, trying to convince myself more than I was him. Gerard bit his lip and looked at me with a worried expression.
“You sure?” he asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.
“I told you, I’ll be fine.” I said again. He sighed heavily and pulled me close once more and I was glad.
“Whatever you say Babes…” his voice trailed off.
We shut our eyes and took in deep breathes that soothed us into a doze. But as we were just about off, somebody opened the door. Gerard reached over and turned on our puny and ineffective bed side lamp.
“Gee? Are you awake?” asked Mikey through the darkness. Gerard and I both sat up to see him standing awkwardly in our doorway. He didn’t have his glasses of and his hair was unflat-ironed. He was holding a pillow and a small blanket in his bony hands. Over the time we had been here, I noticed Mikey was acting very strange. One moment he would be happy as a clam and then the next he would be total wreck. Everybody else had taken an interest too, but figured it was just stress and that it would pass.
“Yeah. What’s up?” Gerard asked, rubbing his eyes.
“I, um had a nightmare.” Mikey mumbled. “Can I stay in here with you?” Gerard looked at me with questioning eyes and I nodded.
“Sure Mikey.” Gerard said with a shrug. Mikey muttered his thanks and set up a little pallet on the floor. Gerard switched off the useless lamp and we dove back into the covers.
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