Because I love you more than my heart can bear...

I don't love you.

Sitting alone on the hard floor of the tour bus, Gerard cupped his face in his hands. How did he let this get so bad? How did he let himself be cornered into pushing Rosalie - his beloved Rosalie - away from him? Why did he let Frank cojole him so that he would let her go?
An unbidden voice crep upon him as he envisaged the days that he and Rosey had spent together.
Rosey is Red,
Gerard is Black.
If anyone takes her away from me,
I will get her back...

The words repeated themselves over and over again as he sobbed into his hands. Oh, how hollow they seemed to him now! Once upon a time those words showed how much he truly cared for his darling Rosalie... But now, now spoken in a bitter and self-loathing voice, they only spoke of the hurt and the sorrow that he should cause himself and his Rosey.
Oh, Rosey...
He groaned, and swalled salty tears that had slowly trickled into his open mouth that was locked, open forever, in a warped hole of hate. How could he do this to her? How could he cause her so much pain?But no. It was not his fault. He looked to the ceiling as his thoughts took another direction. No, it wasn't his fault - it was Franks.
Suddenly an over-whelming feeling of anger coursed through his viens. Yes, Frank was responsible for this! Frank and his childish ways! It was all his fault - all his fault that he had became so jealous - so obbsessed with Gerard that he had lost sight of all that was good, and all that was just. It was Franks fault. Frank. Frank...
Was there some subtle warning, some subtle intuition that all was not as it seems when it came to Frank. Was there something that Gerard had done, to induce such a horrible turn of events? Was this what they called karmic retribution? When something good happened to Gerard - like Rosalie just happening to be at that concert - would something bad happen in return?
Sighing, Gerard stood leaning his back against the wall of the bus. He was making the right desicion... Right? The band had been a part of his life for over 20 years and he couldn't just make that go away... could he? And Rosalie had only been here for a few measly months. But perhaps he was just being selfish. Perhaps Rosey deserved more of a chance...
But no - Frank had been strict with his orders. Leave Rosalie and I shall continue with the band.
Sighing once again, he heaved himself towards the door, already feeling the pain that leaving Rosalie would induce in him.

'Uncle Jiggy!!' Bob screamed as he caught sight of Gerard walking through the door, he lept up and restled him into a bear hug. When Gerard didn't respond Bob leaned back, so Gerard was an arms length away and peered into his eyes, worridly. 'Whats wrong?' He asked finally.
'Nothing.' Then, before his courage failed him he asked, 'Where's Rosalie?'
'I'm here!' She cried as she walked through the door. 'What you want me for?' She asked as she draped her arms around him and leaned in for a kiss.
Gerard pulled away and asked Bob if he could give them some privacy.
'Sure thing...' He said, still looking anxious - then he obviously brushed it off and walked through the door.
Rosalie - unaware of Gerards raging battle within him and his recent talk with Frank - was perplexed with his behaviour. 'What is it?' She asked, looking deep into his eyes. 'What's wrong?'
'Rosey,' He said, his voice cracking and shakey, 'Rosey. I...' He just couldn't bring himself to say the dreaded words that he had once promised that he would never say.
'Yes?' She looked really worried, now, and that broke Gerards heart.
'I don't love you.' He finished in a whisper.