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Chapter 26 – How NOT to Break a Man's Heart
Shit; how do you break a man's heart in front of 30,004 people?
Simple really.
You don't.
"Of course I'll marry you, Gerard!" I grinned as he slipped the beautiful ring onto my finger. He stood up and we flew our arms around each other in what was probably our most intimate hug ever. He pulled back and kissed me, only adding to the romance.
I had forgotten they existed, but the crowd was screaming louder than I thought even possible, and I was smiling wider than I even thought possible.
"I love you Christie," he pressed his forehead to mine and stroked my cheek, staring into my eyes with a gorgeous smile etched on to his flawless face.
"I love you too Gerard." And I really meant it. Screw Frank. Not literally of course, I already felt shitty for that…
Truth is; at that moment in time, I was the happiest I had been in a long time. All the worries of the past few days just washed away.
"So, this next song is one I wrote about Chris ten years ago. This is Demolition Lovers!" The music started up, and he began to sing…
"Hand in mine into you icy blue, and then I'd say to you, we can take to the highway, with this trunk of ammunition too, I'd end my days with you, in a hail of bullets…"
I could feel myself coming close to tears. He was so perfect…
"I'm trying; I'm trying, to let you know just how much you mean to me…"
I was melting on the spot, I swear. The overwhelming love and adoration I had for this man just kept growing.
"And after all the things we put each other through."
Oh, the truth in those words…
"And I would drive on to the end with you, a liquor store or two, keep the gas tank full and I feel like there's nothing left to do, but prove myself to you, and we'll keep it running!"
I stole a glance at Frank, who was concentrating on his guitar parts. He soon looked up at me though and smiled, surprisingly. His smile was reassuring, like he was giving me his blessing. Why I felt like I needed his blessing is beyond me, but I knew that he was – on some level – happy for the two of us.
"Gerard…" I moaned. His kisses had begun their decent down my neck and across my collarbone. His hands were roaming all over my body, tearing away any offending clothing he and I were wearing. I never got the chance to look him in the eyes; I was a little preoccupied with what he was doing to me…
"Christie; I love you so much…" his voice was higher than usual. It didn't sound like him.
"Gerard, you sound different…"
"Gerard? Chris, it's Frank…" My eyes shot open and I held his face away from mine. Sure enough, it was Frank's hazel eyes I was staring into; not Gerard's.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Frank?"
"Fucking you, like you asked me to?"
"But I don't even remember getting here…"
"Then let me refresh; you came to my hotel room, sat on the bed, and asked me to fuck you. And I said yes. I couldn't refuse that kind of offer. He smirked and ducked his head to kiss me.
That's when I woke up.