If you don't understand this chapter, what's in italics is what Frank is thinking back on, like memories. (Like his life is flashing before his eyes, in a way.)

"I had no…other place to go. I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere."

I was flying.

"Why come here, then?"

"My coven, as you'd call it, kicked me out for…specific reasons. Not to be shared with you."

Falling so fast and yet so slowly at the same time. Air whooshed past me, faster than anything I had ever felt. The only thing I could feel besides the air was Gerard's hand, still linked in mine.

"What was with that?"

"Nothing. Just some stupid idea. Go back to sleep. It meant nothing."

"Stupid idea?"
"Fine. You want the answer?"

"Sure."
"Well, I may have thought that you…liked me, so I kissed you to see if I was right. I was wrong, of course, because no one ever loves vampires except for Kristen fucking Stewart. I'm just a monster, and I can think of a shitload of reasons of why you'd want me gone. Now go to sleep."

I could feel myself screaming, yelling, shouting out as loud as I could, but I couldn't hear it. All I could hear was the wind. Not even the tower falling and the people dying could penetrate the sound of the rushing air.

"I think I love you, Frankie."

Gerard's hand tightened around my own. Never relaxing, never letting go.

"Then does this mean nothing, too?" I said softly, striding over to him, throwing my arms around my neck and kissing him full on the lips.

"To you it does," he whispered painfully.

"You don't know that."

"I do."

"You're wrong,"

And, after all the screaming, in the space of about two seconds, a sense of peace washed over me. Gerard and I were going to die together, hand in hand. A new sense of forever. One I hadn't thought of.

"Frank, if I can't…I just want you to know I love you."

"I know. I love you, too."

I wondered how painful it would be when we died. Surely even a vampire couldn't survive a fall like this. And for Mikey…he wasn't as durable as us. Was he? I couldn't tell.

"I love you."

"Gerard, I love you!"

"My dead heart belongs to you."

It always will.

The ground drew closer, and I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see the impact. I didn't want to face it when we finally met the end. Closing my eyes meant a barrier between thoughts and reality.

"Gerard?" I said, poking his side. "Can you explain who this Mikey is?"

I wished I had gotten to know Mikey better. He seemed like a great guy. Gerard must have really missed him. He finally finds him, only to lose him again. Depressing.

"Is this the end?" I said softly.

Gerard shook his head. "No, I don't believe it is. But, I think our only option is to jump as well. The elevator couldn't possibly be working."

"Will that kill us?" Mikey whispered.

"I don't know," Gerard said despairingly. "We'll just have to find out, won't we?"

"If…" I gulped, "if we die…."

"At least we'll die together," Gerard finished.

I reached over and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Together," I repeated firmly.

One split second of absolute terror ripped through me, breaking through the sense of peace.

I hit the ground, and everything went black.