Lies for the Liars
III
Gerard sat alone in his bed, drops of sweat slithering down his clammy face.
His heart knew only two beats.
Bert. Frank. Bert. Frank. Bert. Frank. Bert. Frank.
Two names, no meanings.
It was all a game, all a sick game.
It wasn’t the sex he wanted. Oh no, it was so much more. It was the trust, the manipulation of that trust. It was deceit. It was betrayal. It was control.
It was a game.
It was all Gerard had left.
Two puppets, no stage.
What was it worth? All he could do was pull the strings and watch his lovers squirm before his bloodshot eyes. No amount of narcotics could make it real. It was simply never real enough.
The loneliness was agony. Pure and unbearable agony.
Two pawns, one plan.
Bert needed him. If he were to die, he would be mourned.
Frank used him. If he were to die, Frank would be eaten alive with guilt.
The shiny metal glared in the light of the flickering motel lamp.
Someone to mourn him out of need and someone to mourn him out of guilt. What else did he need?
Nothing. This was it. The end.
The cool barrel against his feverish skin was both a comfort and a sickening realization.
Game over.
One life, now gone.
Two lives, now wasted.
Three lives, no more.
A/N: That's the end. I hope you like the plot twist :)
His heart knew only two beats.
Bert. Frank. Bert. Frank. Bert. Frank. Bert. Frank.
Two names, no meanings.
It was all a game, all a sick game.
It wasn’t the sex he wanted. Oh no, it was so much more. It was the trust, the manipulation of that trust. It was deceit. It was betrayal. It was control.
It was a game.
It was all Gerard had left.
Two puppets, no stage.
What was it worth? All he could do was pull the strings and watch his lovers squirm before his bloodshot eyes. No amount of narcotics could make it real. It was simply never real enough.
The loneliness was agony. Pure and unbearable agony.
Two pawns, one plan.
Bert needed him. If he were to die, he would be mourned.
Frank used him. If he were to die, Frank would be eaten alive with guilt.
The shiny metal glared in the light of the flickering motel lamp.
Someone to mourn him out of need and someone to mourn him out of guilt. What else did he need?
Nothing. This was it. The end.
The cool barrel against his feverish skin was both a comfort and a sickening realization.
Game over.
One life, now gone.
Two lives, now wasted.
Three lives, no more.
A/N: That's the end. I hope you like the plot twist :)