Tales of Endurance -Chapter 27Chapter Twenty Seven.Tales of Endurance -Chapter 27 by glitter-gulch
As soon as Frank was back at school, Gerard found himself falling back into old habits. Some days he would do nothing but stay indoors and sleep, simply because he felt he needed to. If he thought too much, he was sure he would go crazy. Other days when his mind was clearer, he'd sit at his desk with his sketchbook. Having something to show for his day made him feel a lot better. Too often when Frank would come over, he'd tell him all about his day at school, and Gerard would have nothing to tell him in return except that he'd slept through most of it.
One morning when he felt particularly good, however, unusually alert and confident, he'd applied for college. Just one; the closest one, but he didn't expect to hear anything back, and still hadn't. He wasn't sure he even wanted to hear back. He thought that applying was the important part, at least that's what Frank had said. And that's what he kept telling himself every time he started worrying about
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Frank was lost.
He snuggled deep into the covers of his bed, breathing in the clean scent of the sheets, the scent which always made him feel at home. He looked outside the window, snow falling in thick flakes on the already white ground, and he had to sigh involuntarily.
He felt strange, somehow, after being on tour for so long, always busy, always other people around, his life so colourful, and now, the only sound he could hear was his own breathing and the soft crinkling sound of the sheets as he run his finders over them. Now, the only colour he could see was white. A bright white outside, a duller one inside.
He was back in New Jersey. And he felt so drained. So lifeless. And for the first time in his life, he felt tired. Not sleepy, only tired. His muscles ached and his eyes burned. He flexed his fingers, looking at his calloused fingertips.
He turned around and saw what should have been his reflection in the big mirror on his wardrobe. He squinted