Cold Hands [FRERARD]

Roses For Your Valentine

Authors note : Its sad but not sad thru the whole thing shh it'll be fine

It had been a whole year since Gerard died. Frank walked down the sidewalk, roses in hand, to the graveyard. For a long time he'd been unable to face facts, but he finally decided he'd visit his late boyfriend. The wrought iron fence was Victorian, tacky, and a little scary. If you're a deer. Frank tried the gates but they were locked. He looked in forlornly inside, pressing his forehead against the cold iron until--

He felt someone grab his hand. Through the spaces in the gate. Frank was fucking terrified. What sane person wouldn't be? A cold ass motherfucker just grabs your hand and--

"Hey, asshole. About time you visited me." Gerard's voice was hollow and far-away, but here he was, holding his boyfriend's hand. And also slightly blue but that's fine. Frank's head jolted up, and his jaw his the cold ground. "Hey, what the fuck?" He asked, incredulously. Ghosts, especially the ghosts of your dead boyfriend, weren't supposed to be real! "I had unfinished business! Turns out that business is you. I can't leave the graveyard because of the iron." Gerard explained. He smiled softly. He didn't look quite so emo anymore, but that's probably because he's actually dead this time.

"This has to be some kind of joke!" Frank spat. He couldn't believe what kind of person would do this, trick him into believing his dead boyfriend is a ghost! "The only thing that's a joke is that shirt, seriously, what the fuck?" Gerard teased. The shirt Frank was wearing was too big, and probably Gerard's. Frank sighed in relief and tossed the roses over the fence, into Gerard's hand. "If you're real you'll be here tomorrow." He said, not waiting for his boyfriend's response.

Frank just walked home in silence, unsure of whether he should hope Gerard was really a ghost or not. He'd sleep on it. Maybe, if he was lucky, he'd wake up and the accident that killed Gerard wouldn't have happened at all. He flopped on his bed, wishing for sleep. At least he's getting one wish.

Many hours later, when the sun came up and the birds were chirping, Frank wasn't lucky. He was tired, didn't want to be awake, and wanted his boyfriend next to him. Oh yeah. He said he'd go back to the graveyard for "Ghost Gerard." He was almost looking forward to it.