Eternity

A/N: Here, a new oneshot by me.
YAY xD

It's funny how the little things matter so much. How a rose received in the middle of the week cheers you up more then a dozen roses on your birthday. Those little things, those random things, matter so much more.

A hug, a kiss, a giggle, a shoulder to cry on.
That's something everyone wants, something everyone needs.

Lying alone in a dark room, eyes filled with tears, and body aching with sorrow.
That's when we need someone, when we crave someone.

Death is so much scarier when you're facing it alone, when you rest in a bed, just waiting for it to come for you. Your heart aches with all the unused love, and your eyes cry without having anyone to dry their tears.

I'm not alone. I used to be, I used to face everything alone. Everything from detentions in school, to fights with my parents. In my head I had decided that I would always be alone. I had accepted it, for it was just simply meant to be that way.

But then I found him, the one person that could make me smile even when the world was against me.

Frank Iero.

His name is like a poem, written by an author high on love.

Frank Iero.

He became my light in the dark, my shoulder to cry on, my soulmate to share the rest of my life with. He held my hand when we walked down the streets, smiling warmly at me, and that made me feel special.

He didn't limit himself to give me roses only on birthdays, he gave me roses so often that to any other couple it would've turned cheesy. But not for us.

We had a special kind of bond; that no one seemed to get. It was like we were two pieces of a puzzle, stuck together for all eternity.

But life isn't fair; life never has been and never will be.


Two years. We got two years together. Every day spent like it was our last, our smiles never fading, our arguments never lasting more then a few hours. We couldn't stay mad at each other, and more often then not did we relish in the make up sex after our outbursts.

He made my life lighter, he made my life easier, he made my life complete. I was lost when he found me, and he led me in the right direction.

I was depressed, I was an alcoholic and I did drugs, but not anymore. Not after I met Frank. We met one day after one of my drunken nights. I had passed out on a couch in someone's house. His house.

He had awoken me, asking me if I were alright. The concern in his eyes scared me, for I had never met someone who cared before. Never had anyone asked me that, because they wanted to know.

He took care of me the whole day, making sure I didn't get worse. And he talked to me, he listened to me. Another thing no one had ever done before. And for the first time in my life, I felt alive.

I remember that my head was spinning and my knees shaking. Never had another person had such an effect on me. But there was something magical about him. About his hazel eyes that never left mine more then they had to. His soft lips; that I couldn't wait to know how it felt like to kiss. And his hands that held mine as I told him about myself.

Our first kiss was like… I don't know how to describe it. Electricity was shooting through my body, my lips tingling as they met his. I felt so alive, so aware, so happy.


I fell in love with him that day, and he fell in love with me.

I've never believed in love at first sight, but Frank just had something special about him. He could always awake the butterflies in my stomach simply by looking at me.

Some people say that you can't be in love when you're only 18 years old, but I beg to differ. I loved Frank, no, I love Frank. I always have, since the morning he woke me up, from the morning when he was still a nameless stranger to me. And I will love him, until the day I die. Because, he's the love of my life.


+


Frank's mother was crying when Gerard stopped talking. Gerard himself had burst out in tears after just a few sentences. The tears on his face glistering in the bright church light. Linda Iero hadn't known about Frank and Gerard, because she and Frank had had a fall out a few years back, and Frank had gone to live with his father in New Jersey.

When her son died in that car accident, Gerard had called her himself, to tell her the news. She remembered the phone call like it was yesterday.

A boy with tears on his voice called to tell her that her son was dead.


+


When the first lump of dirt hit the coffin Gerard fell to his knees in front of the grave. He fisted his hair into his hands and cried. Linda was standing behind him, silent tears running down her cheeks.

Out of everyone who came to the funeral, Gerard was the one who took it the hardest. Frank's father had died a year ago, and then Frank had broken down. But he had had Gerard there to pick him up, but Gerard had no one.

His brother Mikey and his parents tried to help, but there was nothing they could say to make it okay. To make his pain go away. He continued weeping as the other guests piled away, saying their few words of goodbye.


+


"Why did you leave me Frankie, why?" Gerard sobbed, his hands holding the sharp object in his hands. He knew this was the cowardly way out, but he couldn't live without Frank. Not now, not ever. He would never be able to get over him, and he didn't want to.

With one last cry, hiding Frank's name within, he let the razor cut his vain open.


+


Silence.

Silence, and a bright light.

And in the light a shape.

A figure.

A hand reached out, fingers gracing his.

That familiar smile, dancing softly on his lips.

"Frank" Gerard whispered, his voice quiet and filled with love.

"Gerard" The boy answered, as his hand entwined itself with Gerard's.


In a last warm embrace, drowned in a bright light, they shared a kiss.

Then faded away, still with their arms tight around each other, and their eyes filled with tears. No matter what was waiting for them, heaven or hell, at least they wouldn't face it alone. They would spend eternity with each other.


The End.