Slave to Broken Hearts and Sex Appeal

I don't know what to do. It's been three whole weeks since Frank and I broke up. Almost a month. I haven't left my house except to check the mail and go grocery shopping. Mikey is concerned. He calls me frequently, asking why I haven't been acting like myself. Honestly, I don't feel like talking to him about it. I know he'll ask questions so, I tell him I've been sick. Does he believe me? No. As long as he doesn't try to get me to spill my feelings I don't care.

For a brief moment, I consider talking to Frank again. I decide against it. He left me. He's not coming back. Maybe it's for the best. We need to move on.

After all, I did sleep with his coworker right after we split up.

I'm not going to let him know it happened. I'm not going to rub his face in it, just to let him know that I'm fine without him.

I'm not.

I thought fucking Ian would make things better. At least it didn't make things worse.

I don't know if Frank misses me or not. Maybe he does and he wants me back. Maybe he doesn't. Dwelling on it isn't going to fix things.

My phone vibrates. It's probably Mikey again. He's going to nag me about how I don't go out enough.

FRANK

Shit. The last person I want to talk to.

"Hello?" I answer. My palms are sweaty. Why does this mean so much to me?

"Hey. Gerard?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry things ended the way they did. It's just--You coming back into my life, and Adam dying, and everything..."

I stay quiet, waiting for him to continue.

"It's too much drama for me. I thought I wanted a relationship but, I don't know what I want anymore. I'm sorry."

There's a lump forming in my throat. I swallow hard.

"It's okay."

I just need to give him time.

He apologizes again and I hang up.