Day By Day, Life Goes On

I knocked on that door.

Scared as fucking hell.

He was going to hate seeing me here.

The door opened.

I saw him for the first time in six years.

He looked gorgeous.

“What do you want?”

He knew who I was at least.

“And where is your brother so I can kill him?”

“I want you to yell at me.

To be mad at me.

To hit me like you should have six years ago.

I want to have that fight that we never had.

I want you to love me again.

I want you.”

“No Gerard. Just no.”