Dead!
Title: Dead!
Author: no_freakin_clue
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Major character death
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I really hope this never happened.
Summary: “He’s gone.”
That was all it took.
All it took to kill me
Everything stopped.
Everything.
And it was all down to those two words.
“He’s gone.”
That was all it took.
All it took to kill me.
My blood felt like ice, freezing my once happily beating heart. It felt like venom, screaming through my veins.
Then my breathing followed suit, stuttering uncontrollably, making my heavy heart sink even further down into my hollow chest, dropping all the way down past my stomach, hitting the floor and smashing into a thousand, jagged and bitter pieces.
Like someone was dragging broken glass all down my body.
This all flashed through my mind in the few moments that followed.
Then it hit me.
The sense of being terribly, awfully, completely, numb.
It lasted about thirty seconds before the screaming began.
I heard the hollow, broken scream before I realised it was coming from me. It was only stopped by my brother holding me to his chest, shaking from the force of the tears he was desperately trying to hold in.
Everyone in the room was silent, watching the scene we were causing before them.
You should be here with me. Sat by my side, holding my hand, quietly giggling into my ear.
We would be having so much fun, content with being with each other. We’d laugh, talk, joke around. Even at this overly cheery family reunion, full of drunken relatives and arguing aunts, we’d be fine because we had each other. We wouldn’t stay long, our only interests being in each other. We’d look at each other, and understand what the other was thinking. We’d say goodbye to the appropriate people, before quietly slipping away. We’d go to our small, cosy apartment and eat, maybe watch a movie. Be together.
.Be happy.
We’d squeeze together on our tiny couch, as close together as we could get. I’d do anything, say anything to see your beautiful smile. Hear your amazing, passionate laugh. We’d sleep curled up together in our small, creaking bed, with each other for warmth. Nothing could harm us, because we would be together. Like an unstoppable force of punk rock and flamboyance. That’s how you always described us. And we wouldn’t want to change it for the world. Now, I’d give the world to have you back in my arms. Safe, happy.
That was the last thing I thought, before I blacked out.
I looked at the beautiful, almost fucking angelic creature in front of me. He stood awkwardly to the side, nervously sucking his lip ring into his mouth.
Even as uncomfortable as he looked, he was beautiful.
I reached forward and gently brushed my fingertips across his cheek. His nervousness seemed to ebb away, and his lips began to gently quirk up at the corners.
I leant forward slowly and pressed my lips to his. He shivered, and gently began to kiss back. We stopped after only a moment, and he rested his forehead against mine.
“Gee?”
My reply came as a contented hum.
“Iloveyou” he murmured quickly, looking down.
I didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and he began to pull away.
I held onto him, and moved my lips to his ear.
“I love you too”.
And I meant it. More that he would know.
That was first time we’d said it to each other, and one of the happiest memories I possess. The feeling of being pathetically, head over heels, utterly in love. And I’d do anything to have it back.
As I look up into the mirror, shifting my black tie and suit jacket, I notice how dead I look without him. How lonely, without his beauty beside me. How deep the bags under my eyes are, how bloodshot they are from the quantity of tears I’ve shed.
My vision flickers towards to the bathroom cabinet next to me. My thoughts dwell on what lies within it that would help me cope, help me escape for just a while. Maybe even for good.
No, Frankie wouldn’t want that. He’d be so disappointed in me. Wasting my life, he’d say.
My life has already gone.
I hear the funeral procession roll up outside our apartment, and I slowly move towards the window, peeking outside the drawn curtains that haven’t been opened since it happened.
The long black limousine.
The hearse.
The coffin.
I let out a sob that I didn’t know I was holding in, at the sight of where my love lies.
I can’t do this.
I slowly sank to my knees and cried.
He’s gone.
And he’s taken me with him.
Author: no_freakin_clue
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Major character death
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I really hope this never happened.
Summary: “He’s gone.”
That was all it took.
All it took to kill me
Everything stopped.
Everything.
And it was all down to those two words.
“He’s gone.”
That was all it took.
All it took to kill me.
My blood felt like ice, freezing my once happily beating heart. It felt like venom, screaming through my veins.
Then my breathing followed suit, stuttering uncontrollably, making my heavy heart sink even further down into my hollow chest, dropping all the way down past my stomach, hitting the floor and smashing into a thousand, jagged and bitter pieces.
Like someone was dragging broken glass all down my body.
This all flashed through my mind in the few moments that followed.
Then it hit me.
The sense of being terribly, awfully, completely, numb.
It lasted about thirty seconds before the screaming began.
I heard the hollow, broken scream before I realised it was coming from me. It was only stopped by my brother holding me to his chest, shaking from the force of the tears he was desperately trying to hold in.
Everyone in the room was silent, watching the scene we were causing before them.
You should be here with me. Sat by my side, holding my hand, quietly giggling into my ear.
We would be having so much fun, content with being with each other. We’d laugh, talk, joke around. Even at this overly cheery family reunion, full of drunken relatives and arguing aunts, we’d be fine because we had each other. We wouldn’t stay long, our only interests being in each other. We’d look at each other, and understand what the other was thinking. We’d say goodbye to the appropriate people, before quietly slipping away. We’d go to our small, cosy apartment and eat, maybe watch a movie. Be together.
.Be happy.
We’d squeeze together on our tiny couch, as close together as we could get. I’d do anything, say anything to see your beautiful smile. Hear your amazing, passionate laugh. We’d sleep curled up together in our small, creaking bed, with each other for warmth. Nothing could harm us, because we would be together. Like an unstoppable force of punk rock and flamboyance. That’s how you always described us. And we wouldn’t want to change it for the world. Now, I’d give the world to have you back in my arms. Safe, happy.
That was the last thing I thought, before I blacked out.
I looked at the beautiful, almost fucking angelic creature in front of me. He stood awkwardly to the side, nervously sucking his lip ring into his mouth.
Even as uncomfortable as he looked, he was beautiful.
I reached forward and gently brushed my fingertips across his cheek. His nervousness seemed to ebb away, and his lips began to gently quirk up at the corners.
I leant forward slowly and pressed my lips to his. He shivered, and gently began to kiss back. We stopped after only a moment, and he rested his forehead against mine.
“Gee?”
My reply came as a contented hum.
“Iloveyou” he murmured quickly, looking down.
I didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and he began to pull away.
I held onto him, and moved my lips to his ear.
“I love you too”.
And I meant it. More that he would know.
That was first time we’d said it to each other, and one of the happiest memories I possess. The feeling of being pathetically, head over heels, utterly in love. And I’d do anything to have it back.
As I look up into the mirror, shifting my black tie and suit jacket, I notice how dead I look without him. How lonely, without his beauty beside me. How deep the bags under my eyes are, how bloodshot they are from the quantity of tears I’ve shed.
My vision flickers towards to the bathroom cabinet next to me. My thoughts dwell on what lies within it that would help me cope, help me escape for just a while. Maybe even for good.
No, Frankie wouldn’t want that. He’d be so disappointed in me. Wasting my life, he’d say.
My life has already gone.
I hear the funeral procession roll up outside our apartment, and I slowly move towards the window, peeking outside the drawn curtains that haven’t been opened since it happened.
The long black limousine.
The hearse.
The coffin.
I let out a sob that I didn’t know I was holding in, at the sight of where my love lies.
I can’t do this.
I slowly sank to my knees and cried.
He’s gone.
And he’s taken me with him.