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Until Death Do Us Part [Frerard]	By : EmilyRose Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 947 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Funeral.

"We got married, after only nine weeks. It was rushed, it was crazy, but it was the best day of my entire life."

I had to pause, because it was so hard to speak. I closed my eyes briefly, and I knew my family was staring up at me, sympathetically, with their sad and teary eyes. Finally I felt I had enough strength to go on, and I took a deep breath.

"When Gerard and I started going out, it was like I had found my other half. Like I had found the one person in the world that understood me, and never judged me, no matter what I said or did. I-" another pause, because of the tears. "No matter what people said, I couldn't say no when he proposed. It didn't matter that I was only eighteen, or that we had only known each other for six weeks. It didn't matter that our relationship wasn't perfect, it didn't matter that we argued every now and again. Nothing mattered but the fact that I just knew we were meant to spend the rest of our lives together."

Finally it was too much, and I had to turn away, to wipe my tears away. With my hands firmly pressed over my eyes, I heard someone walk up towards me, and I knew it was my mum. I felt her put her hands on my shoulders, but I shook my head. I wanted to finish the speech; I had to, for Gerard.

When I got the call, I had been sitting in our room, writing another of my books. Hoping that this one would sell better than the last, that this one would make it higher than number 7 on the best seller list. It didn't really matter of course, I still had money from my books, and I was only doing what I loved, but it's good to have a goal. Something you want to achieve.

When the phone rang, I had no idea it would be a call that would forever change my life. I had no idea, that the person on the other end would be the one person that ruined my life – well not really, but deliver the news that ruined my life. I picked the phone up, and answered with a 'yello?' happily, since I hoped it might be Gerard. He was away on a road trip with his brother Mikey, because they hadn't been spending so much time with each other since Gerard and I moved to New York.

"Is this Mr. Frank Iero-Way?" A voice I didn't recognize asked. I turned away from the computer, and a wrinkle appeared in my forehead. It wasn't my publisher, because she simply called me Frank. It wasn't anyone else I'd ever talked to relating my books, so my instincts told me something was wrong. Maybe my father had finally died, since he had had three heart attacks in the past two years.

"Yes this is he." I confirmed, getting up from the chair where I was sitting, and walking out into the kitchen, with the intention to get myself a glass of water. If it were bad news about my father, I knew I would need a drink. But I had already made my peace with the fact that he would pass away soon, and I knew I could handle it.

"I'm very sorry to inform you, but your husband has been involved in an accident," the voice continued talking, but I didn't hear.

The glass fell to the floor, spilling water everywhere, but I couldn't react. Nothing made sense, not what he said, not what it meant, nothing made any sense.

"I know a lot of the people in here, thought that we weren't going to last. That our marriage would be short, but after a few years all of you gave in. You warmed up, knowing that we hadn't done a mistake marrying that young. And-" my voice cracked, but I forced myself to keep going. "And the six years I got with Gee, was the best six years of my life, and I love him, and I miss him, and I don't know what I'll do without him."

My speech wasn't supposed to be so rushed, it wasn't supposed to end like that, but I couldn't take it anymore. I broke out sobbing, and I knew now there was no stopping my tears. Someone, it might've been my mum, or maybe it wasn't, helped me to the chairs, helped me sit down, and wiped my tears. I was still crying and sobbing when Gerard's younger brother Mikey, made his way to hold his speech.

"Gerard was, the best brother anyone could have…"

I didn't listen closely to the rest of his speech, because I didn't have to. I knew he was talking about Gerard's talent for drawing. I knew he was talking about their childhood, telling short and funny stories about things they had done. Like the time Gerard managed to convince Mikey to go trick-or-treating without any clothes on.

I knew all the stories about Gerard's childhood. I knew all the stories about them growing up. I knew all the stories about mine and Gerard's life that Mikey told. I didn't need to hear them again, because it was too hard.

The only thing, that I'll never forget hearing Mikey say, was "I hope you know Frank, how much Gerard loved you, and that you made him the happiest man in the world for as long as he lived."

I did know, I do know, I always will know. Because Gerard told me, all the time. He never saw anything wrong in saying 'I love you' every day, or several times a day. He never thought he was being unmanly for buying me roses, or for baking cupcakes for me, cupcakes that had 'I heart Frank' on them.

Gerard always did what he wanted, and he never cared what people thought of him. That's how he came to ask me out, because of his friends telling him he wouldn't dare. I was just 18 at the time, and very much still in the closet and very insecure. I had been standing with my friends, talking about movies, when suddenly a chubby guy with dark long hair walked up to me.

"Do you want to go out with me?" He had asked, and my friends had all laughed at him. Homosexuality wasn't really accepted back then, at least not in my group of friends. I had surprised everyone, even myself, when I accepted.

I have never regretted going out with Gerard, not even when we both got bashed for it. Not even when I was showed into a locker so hard I broke my nose, did I regret going out with Gerard. Because I knew, from the first time he rambled on about his comics and videogames, that I loved him. Even if I couldn't understand half of what he was saying, I just knew he was the one for me.

"Thanks for coming," it was the gazillionth time I said it, because there were so many people at Gerard's funeral. He was loved by a lot of people, and he had a big family. Everyone was sad, and everyone looked at me with eyes filled with sadness. All of them walked up to me, and explained how they knew exactly how I felt.

Why do people do that? It makes me so angry, how the hell can they know exactly how I felt? It just made me angry, and I had to try so hard not to shout. I felt panic building up inside of me, as yet another relative of Gerard's came to give me sympathy. All I could do was smile politely and shake their hands.

"Excuse me," I finally managed to say, and I stepped away. I couldn't handle it, all the comments about how beautiful my speech was, all the comments on how wonderful Gerard had been. I knew how fucking wonderful he had been, because I was fucking married to him. I made my way through the room, decorated with red and black roses – Gerard's favorite flowers. I saw his picture, I saw the flowers people had left there, I saw him smiling at me from inside the picture frame, and I just couldn't handle it.

I found my mum, standing with Gerard's parents, and I wrapped my arms around her neck, not bothering to hold the tears back in front of her. I cried into her neck, and felt her wrap her arms around me as well. She didn't say anything, which made me really happy. There was nothing she could say, or do, to make me alright anyway.

I didn't care that people were probably staring; I didn't care, because I needed to cry. I felt another pair of hands, starting to caress my back, and I guessed Gerard's mum and perhaps Mikey.

Lifting my head from my mother's neck I saw that Donna and Mikey were patting my shoulders softly. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Donna just shook her head, letting me know I didn't have to say anything, and I turned back to my mother, not done crying yet.

I was so happy, that neither of Gerard's parents acted as if I wasn't allowed to grieve. I was so happy, that neither of them acted as if they should be more upset than me, since Gerard was their son. Mikey never acted like that either, he was always by my side, supporting me when I needed it. I was happy for that, really happy.

"Frank, let Mikey help you upstairs, and we can say goodbye to the guests, they really should leave now." My mother said, and I nodded slowly. I barely felt Mikey grab my arm to help me, and I barely saw everyone's eyes as they followed me towards the stairs.

During the weeks since Gerard's passing away, I'd had many bad days, but the funeral was by far the worst. As Mikey helped me get into bed, all I could think was, how the hell was I every supposed to go on without Gerard helping me?

When I was alone, and everyone had gone to bed, I grabbed my cell phone from the night stand. And even though I knew I shouldn't, I dialed the number to Gerard's phone.

"Heey, you've reached Gerard's phone, but I'm not picking up because I'm probably having sex with my hot man Frank, call again later!"

I pressed redial, and listened to the message again.

And again.

And again, until I cried myself to sleep.
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