Frankie took the marker and pushed you toward Mikey who wrapped his arms around you and tried his best to comfort you, whispering how you needed to talk and how proud he was of you for not drinking or tripping or cutting to escape. And you cried, not because of what he said, but because you were afraid he would stop loving you.
I'm so mad at myself right now.
How could I have not read this before?
I love how you portray the Way brothers as brothers, and Gerard's weaknesses and how alcohol is his only escape. I can say a lot of things but they can be summarized into this: You are a phenomenal writer, and this is yet another one of your brilliant stories. Keep going. We love you for it. ;)
I'm so mad at myself right now.
How could I have not read this before?
I love how you portray the Way brothers as brothers, and Gerard's weaknesses and how alcohol is his only escape. I can say a lot of things but they can be summarized into this: You are a phenomenal writer, and this is yet another one of your brilliant stories.
Keep going. We love you for it. ;)