Before I begin, I need to let you guys know that this is something I tapped out in like 10 minutes in class, so the quality isn't the best! I hope you can enjoy it anyway though! :)
Forever. That word echoed in Franks mind, like a broken record on repeat. Forever. It all started in 2005, the first time that Gerard told him he'd always be there for Frank. It happened many more times after that, and Frank would always question it.
"Forever?" Frank would ask.
"Forever," Gerard would confirm, and then they would go back to having fun. Goofing around, bothering Mikey, just the normal things. It was around 2007 that that started to change. Frank had fallen in love with Gerard. Gerard, his best friend. He had vowed never to tell Gerard, though. He loved the band too much to ever tell him. But the kisses on stage, the hugs and the moans, slowly killed Frank. They hurt his heart, making him wish, hope for something more. Cuddling, holding hands, anything that would let him just be with the boy he loved, beyond the stage. But a moment never came. Weeks turned into months, which turned into years, until Frank snapped. He had to tell Gerard. He couldn't go on like this any more. It was their last tour. At the time, no one in the band knew that it was their last tour. Frank had pulled Gerard into an empty dressing room after the show, and he confessed how he felt. Gerard, to say the least, didnt feel the same. He had just looked at Frank. Just looked at him, with a sad expression on his face. An expression that could almost be described as, disappointed. Two days later, Gerard announced that he was leaving the band. He told Frank that his feelings had nothing to do with it, that he has been planning this for a while, but Frank didn't believe him. Why would he? It had only been two days, and Gerard had been acting distant around him. Like they were strangers. They no longer kissed on stage, or hugged off stage. The last show ended, and they all went their separate ways. Gerard hadn't spoken to Frank for weeks. He still hasn't spoken to him, and it's nearly been a year. Frank has a new band, a new life, but it just isn't as good. It is lonely. Nothing makes him happy, nothing excited him any longer. The concerts, the twitter posts, all were just a feeble attempt to find some meaning once more, some reason to live. None of them worked. Life was pointless, Frank thought. And with that, he got up, and stumbled towards the bathroom. His eyesight was blurred by his newly-shed tears, and he hurriedly scribbled out a note on a piece of paper. Bottle of pills in one hand, paper in the other, he sat down on the side of the tub, and swallowed a pill. And another. And another. His body began to feel numb, and Frank thought the feeling was amazing. He took more. And more. And more. He laughed. All of his pain was leaving his body. He chugged the remainder of the pills, and let his arm fall to his side. His grip on the empty bottle got looser and looser, until his hand went limp altogether. The light had left his eyes, a smile planted on his lips, and out of his hand fell the piece of paper. "Goodbye Gerard", it read. "Goodbye forever."