Like Ghosts in the Snow (Frerard)
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Oh, how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying.
The most frustrating thing Gerard knew of at the time was being late to work and missing the morning coffee in the teacher's lounge.
That was all before he fell in love with a guy and everybody he knew told him that he didn't exist, when he so obviously, really, did. It makes sense that nobody would believe him, though. Given the circumstances.
Now, that's really frustrating.