‹ Prequel: Inside My Arms
Loving You From The Past
Leave.
The music stopped.
People started to leave.
I got smushed in the crowd of bodies.
I finally got to the door.
Trying to be as invisible as I could.
But my invisibility cape failed.
When the security guard stopped me.
I frowned.
And walked away.
Trying to hold in my tears.
Because I might never get to see him.
Until I saw a couple of teenagers
walk to the back of the theater.
I stopped one of them.
Asking them why they were going
the way they were going.
The teenager giggled,
almost overjoyed.
"We're going to wait for My Chemical Romance to come out!"
She squealed out loud.
Then ran to rejoin her friends.
I smiled to myself.
Almost to big for my face.
I followed them.
To see security guards lining up
with the fence they laid out to separate
the crew with the fans.
The people were packed like wolves.
With their ticket and a sharpie in their hand prepared.
I was at the back.
And could barely see anything.
After thirty minutes waiting.
They started screaming.
And I jumped up to see what they're
screaming at.
And stood frozen.
To see Frank was there.
Looking the same but
a little bit wiser and mature.
My childhood best friend.
Oh I longed to see him.
It had been twelve years
since I last saw his face.
He was busy autographing.
For him to notice I was jumping
as high as I could hoping I
would attract his attention.
He started to walk away
a few minutes later.
And my heart started to crack.
I sniffled.
Knowing he was so close,
but he was so oblivious to my presence.
The crowd started screaming
louder than before.
I jumped up to catch a glimpse
of bleached white hair.
I jumped up again and squinted
my eyes to remember his face.
Gerard!
My heart started screaming.
I started to push my way through.
But their fans were hard on.
I kept jumping to catch his attention.
But all it did was make me tired.
And he started to walk away.
Just as Frank did before.
And my heart started to break.
The crowd started screaming again as they did before.
I didn't bother to jump this time.
The bus started to leave.
And I started to pull my hair.
I was so close.
So fucking close.
I just didn't try hard enough.
My eyes were tearing.
My heart was ripping.
People started to leave.
I got smushed in the crowd of bodies.
I finally got to the door.
Trying to be as invisible as I could.
But my invisibility cape failed.
When the security guard stopped me.
I frowned.
And walked away.
Trying to hold in my tears.
Because I might never get to see him.
Until I saw a couple of teenagers
walk to the back of the theater.
I stopped one of them.
Asking them why they were going
the way they were going.
The teenager giggled,
almost overjoyed.
"We're going to wait for My Chemical Romance to come out!"
She squealed out loud.
Then ran to rejoin her friends.
I smiled to myself.
Almost to big for my face.
I followed them.
To see security guards lining up
with the fence they laid out to separate
the crew with the fans.
The people were packed like wolves.
With their ticket and a sharpie in their hand prepared.
I was at the back.
And could barely see anything.
After thirty minutes waiting.
They started screaming.
And I jumped up to see what they're
screaming at.
And stood frozen.
To see Frank was there.
Looking the same but
a little bit wiser and mature.
My childhood best friend.
Oh I longed to see him.
It had been twelve years
since I last saw his face.
He was busy autographing.
For him to notice I was jumping
as high as I could hoping I
would attract his attention.
He started to walk away
a few minutes later.
And my heart started to crack.
I sniffled.
Knowing he was so close,
but he was so oblivious to my presence.
The crowd started screaming
louder than before.
I jumped up to catch a glimpse
of bleached white hair.
I jumped up again and squinted
my eyes to remember his face.
Gerard!
My heart started screaming.
I started to push my way through.
But their fans were hard on.
I kept jumping to catch his attention.
But all it did was make me tired.
And he started to walk away.
Just as Frank did before.
And my heart started to break.
The crowd started screaming again as they did before.
I didn't bother to jump this time.
The bus started to leave.
And I started to pull my hair.
I was so close.
So fucking close.
I just didn't try hard enough.
My eyes were tearing.
My heart was ripping.
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