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
Drowning Lessons ::Part 2::Gerard stood outside the motel and stuffed a cigarette angrily into his mouth, felt an awful seething tension simmering wildly under his surface, threatening to explode out in his every movement.Drowning Lessons ::Part 2:: by InLoveAndSqualor
He always felt like this when he left Frank, felt like he wanted to burst out into a desperate run or scream and scream until his lungs would fail and just wouldn't let him anymore. But he didn't. He never did. He would just stand and ripple somewhere below the surface and then he'd start his slow and reluctant walk home.
Lighting his cigarette Gerard glanced up at the vast cool expanse of the nights sky, bright specks of stars dancing, flickering and winking through the clouds. Looking at them he felt none of the freedom he knew they'd once told him he had, these days looking at them he felt like he was drowning.
Gerard walked on, the cool bite of the nights breeze willing him to pull his jacket around himself, felt it tousle its cold fingers wilfully through his hair. And knew with every ste
Thank You For The VenomFrank woke up and groaned, blinking bleakly at the world through sleep blurred eyes. His tongue was a horrible thick carpet laying in his mouth and his limbs shrieked in protest as he moved them in that awkward way that waking from a deep restless sleep forced.Thank You For The Venom by InLoveAndSqualor
Grimacing he tried and failed to remember arriving back at his apartment, to his bed. He glanced over to his clock radio and winced, 2.42pm glowed sinisterly from it. He stared at it, at its nauseating green numbers, until he finally noticed the small book of matches resting nonchalantly on top. Frank reached over to retrieve them with numbness running over him, the dullness of someone that had only just arrived back into the world.
He opened the book dumbfounded and revealed a scrawled set of letters that spelled out an unsteady 'thank you' on the card above the missing row of matches, each had been snapped off and long since used.
'It... Must be important,' Frank thought hazily, turning the book around in his fingers. 'I mean.
Drowning Lessons ::Part 1::You say you love me...Drowning Lessons ::Part 1:: by InLoveAndSqualor
But that love... It's just not enough is it?
I say I love you but it's only words...
Our words make us feel like we're not apart completely.
But they're only words and they only ever will be while I'm not with you...
And sometimes they help and sometimes they make me sick inside, right down to the pit of my stomach.
Because I know they're only words and I know I can never actually be with you...
Frank stared with detachment over the dinner table, with the vacant stare of someone who dreamt of not being there in that moment at all.
'And what's stopping me? What's stopping us?' He entertained briefly; not allowing himself to think too deeply on it, hazard upon the actual answer to his question. Even if it was staring him straight in the face, even if it was taking all his energy not to know it.
Because the answer would spoil the illusion... The illusion that he and Gerard had built together.
Frank sighed lightly and pushed a few peas dejectedly, with his