Im Your Angel Forever and Always
Isnt that Cute
Gerards POV
Me and Frankie spend another hour talking about how our lives are, all that stuff. But every time he mentions her name my heart seems to fail slightly. I know I should have moved on too, but I can't stop thinking about him. Ive never missed a day where I haven’t thought about him, I always regret letting go of him, the pain inside kills me day by day.
I hear him say something about how him and Jamia have cute names for each other. “Yea she calls me her darling Franklin, and I call her my baby Jam Jam” he giggles. “Isnt that cute” he says.
“Yea” I reply, but my mind still concentrates on all the good times we had together, all the cute names we called each other, life was perfect back then. But now It all seems fucked up.
It kills me how much he’s going on about his “precious Jam Jam”, does he not remember that we use to be an item! We use to be deeply in love! We were the best things that ever happened to each other! We went through so much shit together! Together we were unbreakable! We loved each other so much! He was the love of my life and still is!.. Does he not think that this could be tearing me apart inside?, after all when we broke up we didn’t even get to give each other a proper good bye, it was more like a quick peck on the cheek before we went our separate ways. It injured me then and still is now slowly killing me softly.
Had this Jamia made my Frankie be such an ignorant prick?
“So you must really be in love with this Jamia then eh?” I ask my eyes fixed on the floor, I can't bring myself to look at him.
“Yes I am, more than I ever have all my life” he chirpes.
I grit my teeth as I feel my heart slowly been wrenched apart.
“Well that’s awesome dude, I'm happy for you” I fake a smile and give him a hug.
“And I almost forgot.” he says taking his t-shirt off.
“Frank Iero, what are you doing” I murmur watching him slip off his tshirt.
He moves closer to me covering his chest with his arm, his eyes gaze into mine, now only inches away from me, I can feel his body heat he points to a small tattoo on his chest.
Jamia it reads.
My heart sinks lower, it feels like a million gunshots have been blasted through it. I feel my eyes slowly fill with tears. Oh Fuck, I can't burst out into tears right in front of him!’
Frank looks at me confused.
My only choice is to get out of here.
Me and Frankie spend another hour talking about how our lives are, all that stuff. But every time he mentions her name my heart seems to fail slightly. I know I should have moved on too, but I can't stop thinking about him. Ive never missed a day where I haven’t thought about him, I always regret letting go of him, the pain inside kills me day by day.
I hear him say something about how him and Jamia have cute names for each other. “Yea she calls me her darling Franklin, and I call her my baby Jam Jam” he giggles. “Isnt that cute” he says.
“Yea” I reply, but my mind still concentrates on all the good times we had together, all the cute names we called each other, life was perfect back then. But now It all seems fucked up.
It kills me how much he’s going on about his “precious Jam Jam”, does he not remember that we use to be an item! We use to be deeply in love! We were the best things that ever happened to each other! We went through so much shit together! Together we were unbreakable! We loved each other so much! He was the love of my life and still is!.. Does he not think that this could be tearing me apart inside?, after all when we broke up we didn’t even get to give each other a proper good bye, it was more like a quick peck on the cheek before we went our separate ways. It injured me then and still is now slowly killing me softly.
Had this Jamia made my Frankie be such an ignorant prick?
“So you must really be in love with this Jamia then eh?” I ask my eyes fixed on the floor, I can't bring myself to look at him.
“Yes I am, more than I ever have all my life” he chirpes.
I grit my teeth as I feel my heart slowly been wrenched apart.
“Well that’s awesome dude, I'm happy for you” I fake a smile and give him a hug.
“And I almost forgot.” he says taking his t-shirt off.
“Frank Iero, what are you doing” I murmur watching him slip off his tshirt.
He moves closer to me covering his chest with his arm, his eyes gaze into mine, now only inches away from me, I can feel his body heat he points to a small tattoo on his chest.
Jamia it reads.
My heart sinks lower, it feels like a million gunshots have been blasted through it. I feel my eyes slowly fill with tears. Oh Fuck, I can't burst out into tears right in front of him!’
Frank looks at me confused.
My only choice is to get out of here.