Lyrical Lies

A knock on my door caused me to sit up in my bed. The knock was followed by Gerard.

Frank sat up as well. He wrapped his arm around my waist making my insides turn into butterflies, just like his touch always did. I couldn't help but smile.

Gerard walked over and sat down, a worried expression on his face.

"The funeral is on Friday," he said slowly.

My smile dissolved. Everything came back.

Briefly, while I had been lying there in Frank's arms, I had forgotten. Forgotten that my mom was gone. Disappeared. Vanished. Dead.

It was like Frank was my drug. He made me smile when I shouldn't be smiling. He made my insides melt. He made me forget about my tears.

Gerard put his hand over mine. I could feel Frank's grip on me tighten in response.

"Mikey or I can take you," he continued.

Frank cut in.

"I could take her."

Gerard looked at Frank and then at me. I dropped my gaze. I looked down at Frank's hand
as it rubbed across my stomach. Gerard was quiet for a minute before he answered.

"If that's okay with Violet."

He looked at me intently. I nodded; I didn't know what else to do.

"Okay," said Gerard sighing.

He stood up and kissed my forehead before leaving.

Frank buried his face into my hair. I could feel his breath on my neck. His colors washed over me leaving me warm and happy. Not sad like I had been a few minutes before, but happy.

I closed my eyes and let the drug take over. I closed my eyes and let everything wash away.