Frank opened his eyes and looked around the room, not moving from his position on the couch. He noticed the note on the floor and hopped up, sliding on his knees up to the door. Unfolding it as fast as he could, he read the first three sentences before tears welled up in his eyes. Reading farther, tears rolled down his cheeks and dropped onto the paper, smearing the words 'I love you.' He held back sobs, feeling like the led was the only proof he would ever have of someone's love for him. Someone cared about him, though, and that was enough. He held the paper up to his face, smelling mostly paper but a hint of Gerard's washing detergent that he was so used though they weren't, he felt so close to him holding that note. He wasn't alone when he had that with him, and he wouldn't burn it because Gerard told him not to.
If it hadn't been for the fact that he read the last sentences first, he would have burnt it without even reading it. It had started raining again outside, but he didn't care. Nothing could have made him sad in that moment. He held the note close to his chest, imagining Gerard's arms around him. It had been so long since they had actually talked, other than that morning, and he missed his voice. The way he talked out of one side of his mouth, his barely noticeable accent; it had all become normal to Frank, so much that he missed the voice itself and not just the person it came from. He would be fine as long as he had Gerard with him, and whether he was near him or not he would always be in his heart.