Kissing You Goodbye.

Frank

So why is any of this important? Well, today’s a special day. Its April ninth. It would’ve been Gerard’s twentieth birthday. If only he’d lived two more years.

I’m sitting at his grave, placing red roses on his headstone. A single tear runs down my cheek and I feel something wipe it away. I look up, and there’s Mikey, offering me his hand. I look back at the headstone, to the small picture of Gerard grinning on it, and plant a single kiss.

“Happy birthday, baby. I love you. Forever.”