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Frank sat atop his bed, his palm resting on the slight swell of his stomach. Three months had passed since that day, the one that had started the war, and in those three months, things went from horrid to hopeless. Cities were burning, and fertiles were still being taken.
Because of the recent events, not one fertile was allowed to be unattended. To top all of that off, Mikey still hadn’t been found and everyone was slowly beginning to loose hope. Frank refused to listen to them, to all of the people around him telling him that Mikey is gone for good, he ignored the voice in the back of his head trying to rationalise what was happening. He ignored everything.

The door creaked open behind the blank fertile, letting the cautious Dom edge into the room, his black hair falling to mask his hazel eyes that looked on in disdain at the sight of his torn mate. He knew the pain that he was feeling, but he tried to forget it he had to remain strong, to continue to fight this war to protect Frank and their child. The Dom’s hazel eyes trailed down Franks feeble form, before falling to land on the sight of the fertile’s hand on his mildly swollen stomach. Treading forward with caution, the Dom tenderly sat on the bed beside the fertile, Frank not even flinching from the change in the bed’s movement. His eyes remained locked on the outside world, the world that used to be so bright and welcoming, was now a black burning abyss.

Gerard looked at Frank, his insides screaming at him. It pained him to see the fertile like this, ever since he had awoken in the hospital three months ago, he had not uttered a single word, he just sat there and watched the world roll by, his hand perched protectively over the growing bump in his belly.

“How can the world just die” the soft voice shocked Gerard out of his stupor, he looked at the fertile startled at the voice he had longed to hear for three months. Once the words registered in his head he closed his eyes, flinching away from the world around him.

“I don't know Frank” it was the truth; Gerard had no idea of what he could say to the fertile. Nothing was right anymore, there was nothing that Gerard could say to make things right.

He watched Frank stare out the window, Gerard’s eyes following his gaze to the world outside. There was no green, all of that life had died long ago, the sky was forever a dank grey, and it always seemed as though the sky was raining ash from a city that has been decimated around them. He placed his hand gently over the fertile’s he noticed the smaller boy raise his eyes for the first time from the view of the world outside of the window, and looked directly into the Dom’s. What Gerard saw in those hazel eyes haunted him, they were empty, but held that sheen of unshed tears, the tears that he knew Frank wanted to cry, to mourn for all of those being hurt and killed, he wanted to mourn for other families who had lost loved ones like they had lost Mikey. But most of all Gerard could see something that he had never wanted to witness in those Hazel orbs; Frank had given up, on everything.
The fertile found himself searching the Dom’s eyes for all of the answers that he sought for what was happening around him. He found none of it. All he saw was the pain the Dom had done so well at masking, every emotion that he had swirling around inside of him, danced through the hues of hazel within his eyes. He saw the anger and sadness of witnessing the carnage around him every single day that he left his house or looked outside of the window. But most of all he could see the overwhelming pain that was hacking into his like a knife, the pain of being unable to save or protect his little brother, like he felt he was supposed to.

He felt the spark that resonated through his body at the touch of the Dom on his skin, just that simple action of the hand over his did more for him than anyone would know. He wished to know he wasn't alone, that someone was there with him. But most of all he sought the comfort that there was in fact still hope for this dying world around him.

There was a commotion outside of their door and in a flash the Dom before him was gone, and once again he resided atop that bed alone, with only the view of the decaying world around him. He was mildly distracted by the commotion being raised downstairs. There was a large amount of hushed whispered, with hurried footsteps along with the faint scent of blood. Frank rose from his perch for the first time in days and began to tread down the bristle-carpeted stairs. His hand glided along the wooden banister as his other lay still atop his stomach.

As he stepped foot on the floor at the base of the stairs, he felt a liquid seep up and between his toes, the liquid was warm and thick. His eyes trailed down and stared blankly at the red fluid peeking out between his pale toes. His expression remained blank as he trailed behind the red fluid, his feet bringing him to the living room, where he could still here hushed voices and the bustling of people in the room. He stood staring at the pale white oak door before him for awhile, as though if he stared at it long enough he would be able to see right through it and catch a peek of what was really going on inside.

With a sigh he raised his hand and turned the golden knob allowing the door to drift open, leaving the contents of the room before him open to his eyes. His eyes danced along the trail of blood that led to he no longer white sofa. All he could see was one foot dangling off the side, but from the damage to that one limb he could tell that this person would most probably not make it through the evening.

As he rounded around the sofa to see who was laying atop it tainting it with their red life, his eyes widened as they came across an all to familiar face, those slim lips and that sandy blonde hair that was now caked in his own blood. His long lean body looked like a rabid animal had torn it into.

Frank’s eyes watered and tears trailed down his face as he looked down at the remnants of his friend, the one they had been searching for.

They had finally found him.