End of Everything

Frank's POV:

MCR... over?

Shit, we had been so good.

I mean the fans!
The fans...

This band was made to save lives.
If we break up, who knows how many lives we would end.

I ran after Gerard.

I put my hand on his shoulder.
He put his hands in his pockets.

"Gee...
Over?
We're soo good!
The fans will be devistated."

His eyes widened, thinking of the fans.
He let out a sharp breath.

"Wha-
The...
No."

He shook his head.

"Frank...
Mikey was being a jackass.
He was all,
'Oh, I have no fans and everyone hates me.'
Frank...
I...
I don't know.
I have to figure this out."

He imitated Mikey with a high-pitched voice.

I hugged him tightly.
"Gee, I still love you."

He hugged me back.
"I...
I love you, Frank."

We stood in the parking lot, hugging for awhile.

We cryed.
The end of the life-saving band.
We didn't know...

Life could be... fucking creepy and hard.

"Frank...
I have to... think.
Let's go back to the hotel."

He sniffed.

"Okay, Gee...
Gerard?"

"Yeah?"

"I need to call Bert."

Haha...
Bert.
He could help.