XOXO, G.
Prologue
"The letters end XOXO, a simple, quiet grin. They never seemed to convey the pain that he was in...." The poem continues in this vein, and Frank Iero stops suddenly, his eyes teary, tattooed hands shaking. The funeral is only four people and a casket. This is MCR, or what's left of it.
"Helena" plays quietly in the background, and Ray Toro wraps an arm around the youngest. "He's okay now, Frankie," The lead guitarist whispers, and Frank turns from the coffin that holds his late friend, burying his face in Ray's shirt.
Mikey Way, a black bar over his eyes, steps forward to place a hand on his friend's shoulder.
Bob Bryar, his face covered in skull makeup, puts an arm around Mikey, a facade of the pre-show huddle.
"I never told him," Frank whispers, and the tears fall.
"We love you, Gee. XOXO."
"Helena" plays quietly in the background, and Ray Toro wraps an arm around the youngest. "He's okay now, Frankie," The lead guitarist whispers, and Frank turns from the coffin that holds his late friend, burying his face in Ray's shirt.
Mikey Way, a black bar over his eyes, steps forward to place a hand on his friend's shoulder.
Bob Bryar, his face covered in skull makeup, puts an arm around Mikey, a facade of the pre-show huddle.
"I never told him," Frank whispers, and the tears fall.
"We love you, Gee. XOXO."
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Felt like writing. Next chapter soon!