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/Gerard's P.O.V./


"I'm so sorry Lyn Z, really I am. I'm not meaning to be the way that I have these past two weeks, I've just, I've just been troubled. I'm not meaning to shut you out and be like this, I don't like to be mean. You are more than welcome to kick me out whenever I start acting like this, give you a little bit of breathing room. I'm really not meaning to be this way..." I pleaded, but not because I really even wanted her forgiveness, because honestly, I wish she wouldn't forgive me. I just feel bad about hurting her feelings, and that's it.

Maybe this is all just a good little prompt in getting her to divorce me. Yeah... yeah that will all work. She gets so fed up that she just divorces me and I wait a few months and take Frank back and we can actually... oh wait... that's right, Frank is married. I shook my head free of the thoughts, trying to concentrate on Lyn Z.

I walked over to her, sinking beside her on the leather couch as she let her long, black locks fall into her face, shielding herself from my view. I wrapped my arms around her, pressing a kiss against her forehead gingerly. I know, as much as people wouldn't believe it, that I really do care about her, none of this is fake. I don't like seeing her like this, but that's only because I look at her as a friend... I know, it's terrible. She pushed my arms off her, glaring up at me, her dark brown iris's spilling over, highlighted by her swimming eyes.

"Who is it?" she demanded, in a bitter voice, making me flinch in shock. My face washed out white, a spasm of fear shooting through my veins. Mikey... he told her, god fucking damn it! I always thought I could trust him, he seemed like the most trustworthy person I've ever known, even more so than /Frank/, and that's saying alot.

"What?"

"You know what I'm talking about Gerard, who is this other person. I know there's someone, now who is it? Don't try and fucking say there isn't anyone, maybe you are the most secret and unreadable person in the world to everyone else, but you aren't to me. I can see right through that plastic mask you keep glued on your face every fucking day. So why don't you just go ahead and tell me, huh? Why am I not good enough for you? I'd rather you just break my heart and tell me than keep me hear crying every day..." she choked out shoving off the couch, pacing to the other side of the room, putting distance between us.

So Mikey told her there was someone else, but he didn't say who? Why the hell would he even think of doing that, the fucking dumb ass... I can't believe him, what a /traitor/... What am I saying, listen to me, I'm such a hypocrite. Mikey is going off, doing the right thin, protecting someone's heart, and here I am getting pissed off about it because I want to keep hurting them. What's wrong with me?

"It's not really that's there's another person Lyn Z... it's just, something, something happened that I didn't tell you about because, well, because I just don't need another person hating me right now..." she spun to face me, cutting her mascara, smeared eyes at me.

"It's Frank.... isn't it?" My breath caught in my throat. This isn't happening...