It had been three weeks since he woke up, three weeks since I had seen him, since I'd seen my daughter, and only one week till she turns two years old, and I wasn't going to miss it.
I had spent weeks researching where to find a specific rattle, she had watched beauty and the beast and fallen in love with the one Belle had, so, I had to search for the perfect gift, it was a little rattle, shaped like a red rose. I had wrapped it and tied it with a bow.
Frank didn't recognise me, he didn't remember me or the nights we spent together in loud storms eating hot meals, all the times we didn't have enough money for rent so we played our music into the cold nights, all the time that we spent swan-diving into the unknown and crashing hopelessly. I thought all the years of being tortured and torturing myself would all be worth it because I could forget those memories, and replace them with ones my family and I made.
He had taken Jean and I couldn't bear to fight with him over her, but I missed her so much and I hoped she knew it.
I bumped into someone and turned around to apologise but instead saw Frank there, a box the same size as mine, wrapped up in his hand.
"Sorry, Um," I tried to speak to him but even after all this time I still get butterflies, I still get nervous when he walks into the room and excited over his laugh.
"Can you just give this to Jean, for her birthday... please," I held out the box.
"Um yeah, okay, bye," and with that he as gone, that might be the last word I ever speak to him the last breath I breathe hopelessly aching over his voice.
I walked back to the crappy place I was staying in, I had given Frank the house so Jean could stay there, but I miss my bedsheets, I miss our sofa, I miss my old apartment, I miss Jean, I miss Frank.
Jean's birthday, Frank's POV
I looked at my happy child, her grandmother sitting with her on the wooden floor, that guy... um, Gerard, I felt like I knew him from somewhere and it had been bugging me.
I sat down and handed her my gift, she looked at the box, confused, we laughed at the expression and I opened the box. It was a rattle, shaped like a rose, it was the perfect gift, I had spent weeks looking for one, no-ones present could top it, the guys in the band had given her toys and clothes and we ripped up paper until there was one more present left, a poorly wrapped box, similar to mine.
I opened it slowly, I, I, it was that same rattle I had got her, he really did love her, I had to find him, apologise, I said goodbye to my mom, Jean...
and the guy I had been dating for the past two weeks.