A Lifetime with a Demon | Frank Iero x Reader

⛧your violence feels like kisses to me⛧

"Sounds like you," Dallon says as shooting me a look – all of us laugh at that. "Random, but what about Jeph? You haven't been hanging out with him a lot."

I try my best to not react to the mention of his name, just pressing my lips together as nodding. "Yeah, man," I sigh, "I just haven't really been hanging out with anyone, to be honest." And it's not a lie, just not the complete truth.

The day passes by quite slowly, not really a problem considering how I am able to clean my mind from the whole demon Frank subject enough, hence it's easier to control the thoughts. This numbness buzzing in the back of my mind sometimes makes it easier for me to deal with things.

"Hey," Bert greets as soon as I walk past the gates, apparently been waiting for me.

"Hi." I nod, both of us walking down the sidewalk side by side. "How you doing?"

Bert and Dan the only ones I've been keeping contact with, even though I rarely talk with Dan – that's already something considering how I haven't even seen Quinn or Jeph's face around for a while, not to mention the way things have been with the other four. It's honestly deplorable. Nonetheless, I'm not sure if I'd want something to happen right now because I feel like I would just fuck it up.

"Eh, things have been... A bit too calm," Bert breathes, lighting a cigarette. "Like, weirdly morbid. Boring." He exhales, smoking melting away into the air as he looks up at the sky for a moment. "Not in the good sense."

And I know what Bert means. It's this discreet anxiety bugging us the whole time because things just can't end this way or else it'll be unfair, frustrating, continuously bugging us. What mildly comforts me is how I'll be lucky if Frank decides to take my memories again whilst Bert still has centuries ahead. Yet, these are nothing more than useless and hopeless thoughts.

"I know the struggle," I reply simply, finding comfort in talking with him.

We quietly walk towards my house, rather slowly in a wordless agreement to spend more time together. That because we don't bring any pressure to each other nor are obligated to fake anything to avoid coming up with lies.

There's a shared pain, even if in different degrees or for different reasons.

Mom isn't around when I get home, so I just leave my bag there and take my phone as deciding to go for a walk – alone, this time.

Houses and buildings fall back, giving place to trees, then only high grass whereas the sidewalk is replaced by dirt once I reach the road, probably having been walking for some time already, but this numbness continues there, maybe inconveniently, maybe not. There aren't many cars going down the road and only the vague but steady flow of vehicles makes me company.

How dramatic. How annoying. It's all so fucking stupid. Why can't I do anything about it? Why did Frank get so confusing? Now that I remember everything I went through with him – all the cuddles during rainy days, how caring he is, among many other things – my body aches even more for him; I hate being away from him even more. I don't care about how he changed or anything because I even fell in love with him once again, it's all about the way he makes things messy, difficult.

Thinking about this makes this sting ring through my chest, though it doesn't stop there and I'm literally yet again aching to have Frank here. Would I yell at him for being so stupid or cover him in love? Even I don't know.

Only a cold sensation on the back of my neck brings me back to reality. Seeing the thick drops of water falling to the dirt in front of me has me understanding what's going on and I look up to see the dense dark gray clouds, wishing I had at least paid attention to the weather before deciding to come for this walk.