Antichrist (Frerard)

27: It Ends Wtf HeLp me What Am I Going To Do Now?

"What? I... this isn't your fault, Gerard. I know he's dead, but that's not anyone's fault... it's just the world fucking things up again... it was horrible, but... god, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, but you can't blame yourself: you can't blame anyone."

Gerard only shook his head firmly. "No, you're wrong." And with that, he stepped away from Frank, leaving the teenager wide eyed and just generally shell shocked as he stood alone and nervous in the middle of Bob Bryar's kitchen, because it was never over, not really.

"Frank, I... I'm sorry, but..." Bert stepped forward, walking past Gerard until he was in front of Frank, pulling the nineteen year old into a slightly unexpected, but always appreciated hug. "Look... I fucked up here... I told you that there was a reason I wasn't supposed to fuck with this shit, and I thought things were fucked up as they were, but these things... they... I'm sorry... I should have known that you can't just resurrect people with no real consequences-"

"Mikey died because I didn't." Gerard snapped, summarising Bert's stuttered excuse for an apology in one cut throat kind of sentence, that practically killed Frank too.

"Fuck." The silence was too long and the response was inevitable, but still Frank had nothing to say at all. "I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't have brought me back: you can live without me, but everything I've done was to keep Mikey alive, maybe I got lost somewhere down the line, but seriously, he's my little brother, and he doesn't deserve this mess: he never did anything wrong, and he never hurt anyone at all, whereas I'm the world's worst nightmare and this is all down to your guilt, because you feel bad for hating me, when you should: you should hate me like you hate every asshole who's ever wronged you, because I've sinned a thousand times more than them all combined."

"I don't hate you, and this isn't a guilt thing, because Gerard... you're wrong, I can't live without you, I mean this, I... I..." And the words caught in his throat.

"You don't have to say it: it's just guilt, and it was just a mistake, it was just to protect you... I couldn't have you dead... I couldn't live without you, Frank, I'm pathetic and obsessive, and you really do know that by now. I'm sorry: I fucked up a million times over, but still, ten million apologies wouldn't be enough-"

"One is enough for me." Frank continued, meeting Gerard's eyes in order to convey just how much he really did mean this, even if it was the stupidest decision he'd ever made, it was one he was damn sure of.

"No, Frank, that's fucking stupid, you-"

"Accept his damn apology, you fucking idiot." Bert piped up, shaking his head at the two of them.

"Okay." Gerard muttered after a moment, stepping forward and grabbing Frank by the hand, and glancing at his wrist, only for his eyes to widen a little. "The bracelet I gave you- I... it's gone?"

"I'm sorry..." Frank muttered, blushing a little. "I... uhh... lost it." That sounded better than the fact that his grandfather freaked out about it for some reason, but really, due to Frank's unconvincing tone, it really didn't.

"Good. I'm glad you did." Gerard sighed out, grabbing Frank by the hand and pulling him towards the living room. "Bert, can you give us a moment?" He nodded in response, disappearing behind a door to look for Bob and find out as to just what the hell he'd done to deal with this mess.

"Well..." Frank exhaled loudly as he sat down on the sofa beside Gerard, his knees pulled up to his chest and his beating at the twice the speed in his chest.

"You forgave me too easily, and... you actually... you actually did that of your own accord... I- I...?" And really, to Frank, Gerard wasn't making all that much sense at all.