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Broken Promises- Frerard.

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The chilly autumn wind flew through Frank's hair as he stood out on the bridge, his arms resting on the metal barrier that prevented him from hurdling into the icey water below. He gazed out on to the black water and the moon's reflection on the river's choppy surface. The current was strong and enough to pull him down if he dared jump, but that was not his purpose this night.

He reached in to his bag and pulled out a parcel of photographs bound together by some white string along with some dried roses and two rings. Carefully, he untied the knot of the string and looked through the pictures. All of them were of him and Jamia, his recently deceased wife. Hot tears rolled down his pale cheeks and splashed lightly on to the photographs. His eyes came across one photo in particular. It was of him and Jamia, sitting on a park bench. Frank was holding the camera high above them and had his lips on Jamia's cheek while she had a huge smile across her face. Frank let a sob escape its prison in his throat.

"Why did you have to go?" he whispered to the photo. He gripped all of the photos except the one he had been admiring tightly in his left hand and threw them over the edge of the bridge. Frank tucked the last remaining photo in to his jacket pocket and watched as the rest of them flew down to the water below. He picked up the dried roses. Their ruby petals were fragile and delicate as were the stems. These were the roses that Frank had given to Jamia on their first date. She had kept and dried them as a precious memory of the beginning of their love. More tears fell on to the flowers as he clutched them and threw them over the edge as well. Last were the rings. His and Jamia's wedding rings. He held them in the palm of his hand, took a deep, shaky breath, and hucked them over the edge.

Frank's knees gave out and he crashed to the pavement beneath him. His sobs were loud and shaky. He hugged his knees and buried his face in them. He didn't know how long he had been there, all he knew was that he didn't want to leave. The lamp posts lit the bridge with an eery orange glow. Although he didn't want to leave, he knew he had to. He got up and took a couple steps until his wobbly legs adjusted. He walked back to the tour bus and unlocked the door. The tour bus was dark which told him that everyone else was asleep. The clock on the wall said 3:30 am. God damn, he thought, I've been out for 5 and a half hours. Frank trudged to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. The mess that stared back at him was nothing but the remains of what had once been a happy man. His jet black hair was soaked with sweat, his eye lashes were spikey with tears and black eye liner dripped down his porcelin cheeks. He splashed some water on his face and tried to walk quietly to his bunk but was inturrupted by Gerard in the hall. His short, silver hair was sticking out at random angles and normally Frank would've laughed at it, but now he didin't even look twice.

"Where the fuck have you been? We've been worried sick," he hissed. Frank pushed past him.
"Taking care of some person buisness. Lemme get to my bunk," Frank whispered sadly. Gerard's face eased and he pulled Frank in to a hug. Frank let a sob escape in to Gerard's chest. Gerard kissed the top of Frank's head.

"It's gonna be ok, Frankie," Gerard hushed. "Wanna come sleep with me?". Frank shook his head and let go of Gerard. Gerard smiled sadly at Frank and walked back to his bunk.
Frank searched in the dark for his bag and changed in to his pajamas. It was somewhat hot and humid in the tour bus so he slept in just his boxers. He didn't get much sleep. Most of the night was spent tossing and turning. After endless hours of trying to get to sleep, Frank finally succeeded in getting an hour of sleep but was soon awakened by the smell of bacon.
My first Frerard. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE comment and tell me what you think. There will be more, unless this one sucks. Please tell me what you think and what I can improve on. It'll help me lots.
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oops just kidding..lol i see that there is. Im going to read it now!!