No One Left To Lie To
Disclaimer: If I had a tear for every time I’ve said My Chemical Romance isn’t mine, we’d be swimming in a bitter ocean, indeed.
Frank looked around guiltily. When he saw who stood at the door, his eyes widened. But he stood his ground. Caught in such a lie as this, there was nowhere left to run.
“Les, what are you--”
“What is he doing here,” Her voice trembled minutely, but her gaze was steady. Her hands were balled to fists at her sides as she stared at her lover, eyes imploring, almost pleading. For what, only she could know.
Frank took a step forward, half-hiding his visitor from view. His smile was shaky, uneasy, but still he tried his best.
“He just came t-to drop something off--”
“I’m here to bring him back.”
Frank looked around guiltily. When he saw who stood at the door, his eyes widened. But he stood his ground. Caught in such a lie as this, there was nowhere left to run.
“Les, what are you--”
“What is he doing here,” Her voice trembled minutely, but her gaze was steady. Her hands were balled to fists at her sides as she stared at her lover, eyes imploring, almost pleading. For what, only she could know.
Frank took a step forward, half-hiding his visitor from view. His smile was shaky, uneasy, but still he tried his best.
“He just came t-to drop something off--”
“I’m here to bring him back.”