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/Gerards Point Of View/
"Gerard, that was amazing babe! You guys were incredible, going out with a bang I assume?" her voice called immediately in a thrilled tone as I emerged from the stage. Her eyes glowed magnificently and she smiled whole heartedly, wrapping her arms around my neck, rocking me side to side. I encircled my arms around her waist, burying my face against her long flowing black hair, inhaling her addicting scent.
"Thank you baby, of course you know we have to leave those amazing kids with a show to remember. We can't settle for less, I just can't believe this is all over..." I murmured into her hair. It certainly was a shock to know that we wouldn't dare set foot on a stage again in a year, maybe even a little longer than that. This was supposed to be our time to take a "break". But to completely honest, I didn't want a break, a break was a terrible idea. I live for this, I live for life on the road, doing the one thing I love and touching kids lives. Then as terrible as it sounds, I love it for another reason... and his name is Frank Iero.
"Mmm, you will be back on stage in no time baby, time will fly, I promise" she assured, pressing a kiss to my throat. I smiled, nodding thoughtfully, even though I knew she couldn't be right. If I am away from the one thing my heart completely desires, then how in the world can time fly? Wouldn't it just reduce speed to that of a giant hour glass? "Besides, you get to spend more time with me now, and you know, we never did get that long honey moon we wanted, did we?" she mumbled against my throat as she traced all the way to my jaw in kisses.
I smiled helplessly at her, staring into her eyes contently. She was an amazing woman, truly she was. Sometimes I almost wish I could love her completely with every ounce there was in me and know that no one else held my heart... but that can never happen. Frank held the majority of it in his finger tips protectively. This was is so wrong, I know it is, honest I do, and I won't even pretend like I don't feel terrible about it. Every time I see her smooth skin and excited smile, the love swelling in her irises, it just kills me. Maybe it would be different if she didn't love me like she did, but this woman was undeniably in love with me, she should be right? She is my wife.
But there was just this complication that no one really knew about, no one except Frank. I only even married her so suddenly and out of the blue for one reason... Frank pissed me off all those months ago, almost a year now. He almost made it public in an interview that he and I had a... "thing" going on that no one knew about. He almost told the interviewer, whom I later paid a wad of cash to for them to keep their trap shut. I was so pissed, I had made it clear that I wanted to keep it hidden, I didn't want, nor did I need anyone else to know. Then he betrayed me. Not only that though, but he started going off when I yelled at him for it later, and everything ended with him telling me he regretted ever doing a thing to me... and that he hated me.
That was the period of time that all stage interaction stopped, I mean, you have to understand how desperate I was to get him back and to make him regret his own words, I guess I didn't think about who I would be hurting in the process. Then I conveniently ran smack into the woman that I several years ago had a crush on when I first met her on tour, Lyn Z. I didn't even think things through, it was just a rush to the head at how quickly she was falling for me, how easily I was able to control and sweep her from her feet. It was almost like a high every time I was with her and Frank saw me, which I made sure that he did. I made the biggest mistake of my life in that selfish attempt. I married her... and though she doesn't know it yet, I'm going to kill her little heart... /I can just feel it/.
I heard a giggle from across the room and I lifted my gaze to see Frank swinging Jamia, holding her close against him, whispering god knows what in her ear. I growled under my breath, ripping my stare away and blinking back tears as I stared at the pile of guitars lined in the corner. Even after all these years, as hypocritical as it sounds, I couldn't be more jealous of Jamia...
"Gerard, honey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Lyn Z pleaded, staring at me anxiously, her face stirred with pain, obviously bothered by my expression. I shook my head, burying my face against her hair again, brushing my lips across her shoulder blade gently.
"No baby... I'm fine. I just am still a little... shocked this is over, I guess" I mumbled against the silky skin of her collar bone.
"I love you, Gerard..." she hummed in my ear, nipping it lightly. My vision blurred over worse, washing with tears now as I clung to her tighter.
"I love you too, Lyn Z".../what a lie/
"Gerard, that was amazing babe! You guys were incredible, going out with a bang I assume?" her voice called immediately in a thrilled tone as I emerged from the stage. Her eyes glowed magnificently and she smiled whole heartedly, wrapping her arms around my neck, rocking me side to side. I encircled my arms around her waist, burying my face against her long flowing black hair, inhaling her addicting scent.
"Thank you baby, of course you know we have to leave those amazing kids with a show to remember. We can't settle for less, I just can't believe this is all over..." I murmured into her hair. It certainly was a shock to know that we wouldn't dare set foot on a stage again in a year, maybe even a little longer than that. This was supposed to be our time to take a "break". But to completely honest, I didn't want a break, a break was a terrible idea. I live for this, I live for life on the road, doing the one thing I love and touching kids lives. Then as terrible as it sounds, I love it for another reason... and his name is Frank Iero.
"Mmm, you will be back on stage in no time baby, time will fly, I promise" she assured, pressing a kiss to my throat. I smiled, nodding thoughtfully, even though I knew she couldn't be right. If I am away from the one thing my heart completely desires, then how in the world can time fly? Wouldn't it just reduce speed to that of a giant hour glass? "Besides, you get to spend more time with me now, and you know, we never did get that long honey moon we wanted, did we?" she mumbled against my throat as she traced all the way to my jaw in kisses.
I smiled helplessly at her, staring into her eyes contently. She was an amazing woman, truly she was. Sometimes I almost wish I could love her completely with every ounce there was in me and know that no one else held my heart... but that can never happen. Frank held the majority of it in his finger tips protectively. This was is so wrong, I know it is, honest I do, and I won't even pretend like I don't feel terrible about it. Every time I see her smooth skin and excited smile, the love swelling in her irises, it just kills me. Maybe it would be different if she didn't love me like she did, but this woman was undeniably in love with me, she should be right? She is my wife.
But there was just this complication that no one really knew about, no one except Frank. I only even married her so suddenly and out of the blue for one reason... Frank pissed me off all those months ago, almost a year now. He almost made it public in an interview that he and I had a... "thing" going on that no one knew about. He almost told the interviewer, whom I later paid a wad of cash to for them to keep their trap shut. I was so pissed, I had made it clear that I wanted to keep it hidden, I didn't want, nor did I need anyone else to know. Then he betrayed me. Not only that though, but he started going off when I yelled at him for it later, and everything ended with him telling me he regretted ever doing a thing to me... and that he hated me.
That was the period of time that all stage interaction stopped, I mean, you have to understand how desperate I was to get him back and to make him regret his own words, I guess I didn't think about who I would be hurting in the process. Then I conveniently ran smack into the woman that I several years ago had a crush on when I first met her on tour, Lyn Z. I didn't even think things through, it was just a rush to the head at how quickly she was falling for me, how easily I was able to control and sweep her from her feet. It was almost like a high every time I was with her and Frank saw me, which I made sure that he did. I made the biggest mistake of my life in that selfish attempt. I married her... and though she doesn't know it yet, I'm going to kill her little heart... /I can just feel it/.
I heard a giggle from across the room and I lifted my gaze to see Frank swinging Jamia, holding her close against him, whispering god knows what in her ear. I growled under my breath, ripping my stare away and blinking back tears as I stared at the pile of guitars lined in the corner. Even after all these years, as hypocritical as it sounds, I couldn't be more jealous of Jamia...
"Gerard, honey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Lyn Z pleaded, staring at me anxiously, her face stirred with pain, obviously bothered by my expression. I shook my head, burying my face against her hair again, brushing my lips across her shoulder blade gently.
"No baby... I'm fine. I just am still a little... shocked this is over, I guess" I mumbled against the silky skin of her collar bone.
"I love you, Gerard..." she hummed in my ear, nipping it lightly. My vision blurred over worse, washing with tears now as I clung to her tighter.
"I love you too, Lyn Z".../what a lie/
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