And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time
She's staring at her feet, struggling not to cry.
"Jericho, I, we-"
"Save your breath."
He can see her shaking; hear the hurt and pain in her voice. Her eyes are still trained on the ground, a hand clenching into a slight fist.
"I'm not angry that you love him." she says, bringing her head up to look at him, "I'm angry that you didn't tell me."
His eyes widen, realizing that throughout it all, he hadn't. She brings himself to look at her, and sees tears forming in her eyes.
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
He struggles to find the words, but they won't come.
"Three years. Three goddamn years you lied to me!" she yells at him, full of resentment at how he had done so.
"Please, I...I would have told you, someday."
"So you admit it was all that time. Did you ever really love me?" she answers, eyes defiant, daring him to say yes.
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
His breath catches, not ready to lie, not willing to tell the truth.
She notices this, softening.
"I...I apologize. I was inconsiderate."she says, biting her lip.
As each descending peak on the LCD took you a little farther away from me
Frank raises himself from Gerard's body, blankets pooling around his middle.
"I'm sorry, Jericho. I love you. Just not in the same way I love Gerard."
"I understand. I...I'm going back to my parents. I think I need them now."
'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
She turns and flees, hoping he would not notice the tears now dripping down her face. He watches as she disappears out the door, into the night.
"Frank?"
He turns to look at Gerard.
"She said she was going to see her parents."
Just nervous pacing, bracing for bad news
"What about it?"
"Her parents are dead."
Xx...xXx...xX
"JERICHO!"
His voice is echoing throughout the graveyard, looking for a sign that she's still alive.
Then the nurse comes 'round, and everyone lifts their heads
"Frank! I found her!"
He runs over to where Gerard is kneeling, hoping, praying that it's not too late.
She's lying on the ground in front of her parents' grave, eyes vacant and stained. He can see deep cuts crisscrossing her arms, the crimson contasting severely with her pale skin.
He looks at Gerard, both staring at what she wrote in her blood.
'Je m'aime.'
'Pas de tout.'
"Is she...?"
He takes his hand away from her neck, a sad look on his face.
"She's gone to visit her parents."
But I was thinking of what Sarah said