Stories of Us

He will look back so many nights from now, his throat raw from screaming and his body tense from the fight, and he will wonder just what might have happened if he had reached into his pocket and gone home. He will wonder what difference it might have made in the transient outcome of his life.

One hundred days from now, two hundred, he will look at Frank’s eyes, so pure and unabashed in their trust, and he will forget the words he is about to shout.
And he will smile...

[Frerard] [One-shot] [Gerard POV]