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So I wrote this a few days ago, Maigo helped me so thank you very much! My english sucks but I didn't want to write this in spanish so... Well, enjoy!
So I wrote this yesterday. Sorry for my bad english...
"Sorry but... I don't."
Gerard didn’t love him and that was okay, of course it was.
He'd already got over the shock of the confession and went on with his life.
It was perfect.
He seemed not to care but he kept repeating that everything would be okay.
It was better this way because Gerard had a wife and daughter to love and the hole in his heart had already been filled by them, noy by him. His friendship was helpful but wasn’t enough.
Yes. Everything would be fine.
x x x
Frank saw Gerard and shuddered. He wasn’t ready for this but; however, he knew the circumstances. That wasn’t fair for Cherry, Lilly… and Jamie.
“Frank?”
He sighed. He couldn’t.
“What’s going on?”
And if everything fell apart, he could always pretend that what he was about to do had never happened.
“Gerard I’ll never be good at this but… I’m… “ Even in spite of the perfect distance, he couldn't take his eyes off the floor. “I like you…”
Opening his eyes, Gerard gaped, opening and closing his mouth twice.
“I…” And Gerard spoke but Frank wasn’t listening because he didn't want to. He understood after all.
He couldn’t.
Oh, god.
Gee, forgive me.
x x x
His consciousness wasn't his anymore and the pain of the fall began to savour his soul.
It hurt.
“I’m sorry.”
Frank smiled.
“It’s ok.”
Or so he wanted to believe.
As soon as he played the guitar, the notes began to recreate what he'd studied, just like alwayss. Maybe the chord’s tearing connotations let Gerard know about Frank and maybe he [Gerard] just didn’t want to know.
x x x
The irony had always caused the most exquisite note and the evasive accompaniment of his heart were part of an orchestra that I could never forget.
The tinkle of falling tears was an almost necessary weakness.
It was incredible that, after so many years, returned the oppression which had accompanied him as a faithful partner.
Reality hurt.
The despair increased at night ...
... he had a limit and was about to reach it.
So I wrote this yesterday. Sorry for my bad english...
"Sorry but... I don't."
Gerard didn’t love him and that was okay, of course it was.
He'd already got over the shock of the confession and went on with his life.
It was perfect.
He seemed not to care but he kept repeating that everything would be okay.
It was better this way because Gerard had a wife and daughter to love and the hole in his heart had already been filled by them, noy by him. His friendship was helpful but wasn’t enough.
Yes. Everything would be fine.
x x x
Frank saw Gerard and shuddered. He wasn’t ready for this but; however, he knew the circumstances. That wasn’t fair for Cherry, Lilly… and Jamie.
“Frank?”
He sighed. He couldn’t.
“What’s going on?”
And if everything fell apart, he could always pretend that what he was about to do had never happened.
“Gerard I’ll never be good at this but… I’m… “ Even in spite of the perfect distance, he couldn't take his eyes off the floor. “I like you…”
Opening his eyes, Gerard gaped, opening and closing his mouth twice.
“I…” And Gerard spoke but Frank wasn’t listening because he didn't want to. He understood after all.
He couldn’t.
Oh, god.
Gee, forgive me.
x x x
His consciousness wasn't his anymore and the pain of the fall began to savour his soul.
It hurt.
“I’m sorry.”
Frank smiled.
“It’s ok.”
Or so he wanted to believe.
As soon as he played the guitar, the notes began to recreate what he'd studied, just like alwayss. Maybe the chord’s tearing connotations let Gerard know about Frank and maybe he [Gerard] just didn’t want to know.
x x x
The irony had always caused the most exquisite note and the evasive accompaniment of his heart were part of an orchestra that I could never forget.
The tinkle of falling tears was an almost necessary weakness.
It was incredible that, after so many years, returned the oppression which had accompanied him as a faithful partner.
Reality hurt.
The despair increased at night ...
... he had a limit and was about to reach it.