- Get out, please.
My voice is shaking. I hate it when my voice shakes.
He takes his spare gloves into his own gloved hands and approaches the door.
- Don't you ever look for me. It won't end well. - he says, closing it behind him.
I wanted this. I loved Her and I cheated on him.
Instant regret is the worst kind of regret.
I light a cigarette; in the house. There is nobody here besides me, and when did I ever count as somebody? Before I realize, blood is gushing out of my arm.
Here She comes. She greets me and starts fixing the cuts on my arm. She doesn't ask questions. I love that about Her. She cares.
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Cotton Gloves (Frerard)
FanfictionFrank messed up. He thought he loved someone else. Gerard disappeared shortly after. Frank misses Gerard's voice. Frank misses Gerard and his weird cotton gloves.
