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I scoffed, glaring at Mikey. "Right, he told you. Sure."

"I'm not lying!"

I snorted, leaning back. "Oh really? Prove it."

Mijkey sighed. "Frank. Gerard hasn't left your side since he got here. He wouldn't go to school, wouldn't go home at night, wouldn't eat, wouldn't even sleep. All he did was sit here and cry, holding your hand. If that's not love, I don't know what is."

"It's called guilt." I muttered.

Mikey groaned in exasperation. "He loves you! Why won't you believe me?!"

I stared daggers at Mikey, tearing up a little. "Put yourself in my shoes. Would you trust him after what he's done?"

"I-" Mikey stopped, biting his lip.

"Exactly..." I muttered, closing my eyes.

"I'm going to leave now.... Please tell me you'll at least give him a chance?"

"No."

"Frank, please! If Gerard had known-"

"Known what?!" I snapped. "That I'm suicidal and I self harm? That I'm 'delicate'?! That doesn't fucking matter! He was an asshole, and I'm not letting him off for that!"

"But Frank-"

"Just leave, Mikey."

"But-"

"LEAVE." I snarled. He jumped and ran to the door. His hand on the knob, he turned to look at me.

"Please...." He whispered, looking at the ground. "Just consider it..."

With that he walked out, leaving me to rest in peace.