Author's Note ~ Hello, everyone! This is my first submitted fanfic, so please please please review! It's in Frank's POV, by the way. I really hope you enjoy this little drabble :)
Oh, and I don't own anything. (Except this story, of course. Which is fictional-Gerard Way isn't dead or anything.)
I took a shallow, shaky breath. It was my turn to approach the casket, to say my final goodbye.
Taking an uneasy step forward, I looked down at the lifeless shell.
Goosebumps washed over my body, and there was a strange prickling sensation in my eyes – like tears should be forming but weren't. I shook my head slowly back and forth.
This wasn't him.
Gerard should be dressed in his torn jeans, an old Misfits shirt that we shared and a pair of high tops with the laces coming undone. Not a formal suit. I smiled slightly when I saw his black hair, messy as always.
At least they got something right.
I felt my chest tighten as my eyes fell upon his lips. They were pallid, almost grey in comparison to his ivory skin.
My hand shook as I raised it to his face, stroking gently along his cheek before touching my fingertips to those lips. Ice cold.
Tears blurred my vision as I realized I'd never feel them pressed against my own again.
I'd never see them curl up into a mischievous grin, never shiver as they brushed against me while he whispered sweet nothings into my ear.
Never again watch them form the words "I love you."
Quietly, I looked behind me. A few more people waited to pay their respects, some tapping their feet impatiently, some gazing at me with expressions of pity. I turned my back to them once more and unclasped the necklace that hung from my collar.
I looked down at the small silver cross pendant. Gerard had always loved this necklace.
Hearing people behind me begin to clear their throats as they grew restless, I slid the necklace carefully beneath his hands, folded over his chest.
"Goodbye." I whispered, teardrops finally spilling over.