Franks P.O.V.
"A month has passed along with your funeral. Since it happened, I haven't known what to do with myself. The funeral had been a simple service; I knew that's what you would've wanted, just me, Mikey and your mum. Yesterday I went to court, the guy who hit you, my darling Gee, got off with just a fucking warning. I couldn't stand it. I left and I haven't been home since, I have just been walking round and…well I ended up here, with you. I guess I was always going to end up here, no matter where I go." I couldn't carry on speaking as the sobs that are emitting from my chest become too much. My face soaked with the tears that I'm not even trying to wipe away, my legs give out as a violent sob shakes my entire body, and I kneel there slumped over his grave for hours until I can manage to speak again.
"I'm coming, Gee, nothing can stop me now. I have tried to be without you, I can't do it, baby, I just. Can't. I love you Gee, I miss you like crazy. I need to be with you."
I take a few shaky breaths but can't seem to stop the tears; I take the razor from the pocket of my blazer and start to twirl it around in my hands. I think of what I'm about to do, a smile that seems so alien finds its way onto my lips as I raise my hand in the air and bring it down hard on my wrists, I can feel warmth tickling down my hand, I sigh into the relief of the pain, I carry on, raising it up and bringing it down, over and over again. All around me is red, I can feel myself growing numb too the cold, I can feel myself fading.
"I'm coming, Gee, I'm almost with you."
The last thing I feel are my lovers arms wrapping themselves around my waist pulling me closer.
"I love you, Frankie."
A soft and light pressure against my cheek and then darkness.