It's Never Gonna Be Too Late.
I Could Tell By The Look In Your Eyes.
Ashe's POV.
Of all times to see him, why now?
I stood there in pure shock, not able to move.
I could feel the others staring back at me and Gerard.
"Ashe, wanna leave?" Frank asked pulling my arm towards the door.
But it caught Gerard's attention, as he looked up and he stared into my eyes.
He started to get up and walk towards me.
I still didn't move as Frank kept calling my name to go.
Soon enough, Gerard was standing right in front of me.
He looked down.
Staring at his feet, as was I, he looked back up at me.
"Why'd you leave?" he asked, and put his hands in his pockets.
"Do you really need to ask?"
"Yes, I do," he stated.
"You wanna know why? Because I'm sick and tired of the way you've been treating me and how you've been acting. For one, you wouldn't even let me watch your last show. You had me sit on the bus and read a magazine. Second, the way you get after tours and at that parties has made me fed up. It pisses me off every time you get drunk, make-out with some random girl, and have a terrible hang over the next day. I can't stand it. Third, I've been miserable for the last three years and you've failed to notice. You just don't seem to understand, Gerard. Ever since I've been with you, I've-"
I stopped yelling.
My nostrils were flaring and I was downright furious.
I put my fists down and looked around.
There was dead silence.
Everyone in the diner was staring at Gerard and I.
He looked completely dumbfounded.
Frank took hold of my arm again and lead me to the door.
The rest were already outside.
I looked back at Gerard as Frank walked me to the car.
He stood in the door way, watching as we walked.
I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was hurt.
I knew he was hurt, but if he doesn't think I am just as hurt as he is,
he needs a reality check.
Of all times to see him, why now?
I stood there in pure shock, not able to move.
I could feel the others staring back at me and Gerard.
"Ashe, wanna leave?" Frank asked pulling my arm towards the door.
But it caught Gerard's attention, as he looked up and he stared into my eyes.
He started to get up and walk towards me.
I still didn't move as Frank kept calling my name to go.
Soon enough, Gerard was standing right in front of me.
He looked down.
Staring at his feet, as was I, he looked back up at me.
"Why'd you leave?" he asked, and put his hands in his pockets.
"Do you really need to ask?"
"Yes, I do," he stated.
"You wanna know why? Because I'm sick and tired of the way you've been treating me and how you've been acting. For one, you wouldn't even let me watch your last show. You had me sit on the bus and read a magazine. Second, the way you get after tours and at that parties has made me fed up. It pisses me off every time you get drunk, make-out with some random girl, and have a terrible hang over the next day. I can't stand it. Third, I've been miserable for the last three years and you've failed to notice. You just don't seem to understand, Gerard. Ever since I've been with you, I've-"
I stopped yelling.
My nostrils were flaring and I was downright furious.
I put my fists down and looked around.
There was dead silence.
Everyone in the diner was staring at Gerard and I.
He looked completely dumbfounded.
Frank took hold of my arm again and lead me to the door.
The rest were already outside.
I looked back at Gerard as Frank walked me to the car.
He stood in the door way, watching as we walked.
I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was hurt.
I knew he was hurt, but if he doesn't think I am just as hurt as he is,
he needs a reality check.