The Nine-Minute Goodbye

Frank/Gerard.

Narrated by Gerard.

It was my heart. That crash-pounding-brain-splintering-catacomb-echoing scream shattering against my ears. It was that hollow place, that skeleton place.

This is what endings look like. This is how they should always be. Maybe the beginning isn't as important as how a flame blows out. And free-falling always has an end.