My Gay Romance?
By Megan Davis

Disclaimer: Ahem. Before I start, I would like to state that this is entirely my own work. It is completely made up; none of it is true, whatsoever. My Chemical Romance belongs to themselves, and to their record company. All I am to them is a huuuuuuge fan. So the nub and gist of this is that it's all made up. It's my own work, which means MCR can't sue me, and that no one can steal this. I spent sooooooooo long on this, so if any of you so much as think about stealing any part of this, I will hunt you down like the dog that you are, and kill you in your sleep. Ok? Good. Now please, enjoy!

***

Gerard sat alone in his hotel room, as usual. The others had gone to an after show party, but Gerard hadn't felt like it. He had thought his band members would have realised this was the sixth after show party he had turned down, but they hadn't. He didn't mind; he liked being alone anyway. He liked the idea of his best friends out together having fun without him; at least someone was having fun, even if he wasn't.

He looked out the window, watching the rain fall slowly down the glass. Ok, so he was starting to feel lonely now. The truth was he hated being left alone, and he had wanted to go to the party. But he was starting to get fed up with all the reporters fussing around him, asking questions about his love life. It just rubbed in the fact that he didn't actually have a love life. And then there was all the girls, all the hot, sexy girls, who were all over him all the time. Sure, he could have any one of them he wanted, but there was just one problem; he didn't want any of them. His heart was set on someone else.

Of course he could never have this one person he wanted. He had no chance. So he slept with girl after girl, got into meaningless relationship after meaningless relationship. It was all nothing to him, and he desperately wanted it all to stop; but there was only one way, only one person to end it all.

He sighed and rolled over on his bed, so he was staring up at the ceiling. Just as he was wondering why all hotel ceilings are white, there was a knock at the door.

"Hey dude, let me in!"

Gerard grunted at the sound of his brother's voice.

"Go away bro, I'm asleep."

"Fuck off you are, let me in."

Gerard grunted again, as he slid off his bed.

"What you want?" He groaned, heading towards the door.

"I just wanna talk to you dude!"

He reached the door and unlocked it, leaving it free for Mikey to push his way in.

"Ok, spill, what's up with you Gerard?" He said, throwing himself on the bed.

"What you mean?" Gerard replied, sitting down next his brother. "And why aren't you at the party?"

"I'll go back in a minute, I just wanna check you're ok!"

"I'm fine, now bugger off."

"You would tell me if there was something wrong, wouldn't you?"

Gerard grunted again.

"Gerard? You tell me everything, right?"

"If I say yes, will you go away?"

"Yes."

"Then yes."

Mikey looked at his brother, trying to figure out what was going on in his head. It was hard, as Gerard seemed so closed up all the time, as if he was hiding something. Normally he would stay and find out what it was, but he sensed he should just leave it and let his brother tell him in his own time.

"Fine. I'll go. I've got my cell phone on if you need to contact me, ok?"

"Ok. Have fun bro."

Gerard watched his brother slam the door as he left, before lying on his back again, to stare at the ceiling some more. About five minutes later, he heard the door opening again.

"For fuck's sake Mikey! I told you! I'm ok! Trust me!"

He took a moment to realise he had just been spouting his own song lyrics, before noticing that it wasn't Mikey who had just walked through his door. It was the one person he had wanted for so long.

"Oh Hey. Sorry I thought it was Mikey again."

"No it's me. Would you rather I was Mikey though?" He smiled teasingly.

"Of course not dude, I'd prefer you any day."

Gerard cringed; that really hadn't come out how he had intended.

His friend raised an eyebrow at him.

"So what can I do for you anyway?" Gerard said quickly, before he could embarrass himself any further.

"Oh, I was just coming to check you were ok. This is like, the sixth party you've missed. It's kinda weird."

Gerard smiled; amazed someone had noticed he hadn't been at all those parties.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

"But I do worry about you!"

Gerard's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah, of course! You are my best friend, after all."

Gerard's eyes went back to how they were. "Oh."

His friend leaned in and gave him a rough hug.

"Where would I be without you, eh?" He said softly. "I love you man."

Gerard choked slightly. "I love you too Frankie."

"So what's up?" Frankie said lightly, jumping onto the bed, the exact same spot Mikey had sat in mere minutes ago.

"Oh Nothin'"

"Come on, you can tell me!"

Frankie looked into Gerard's eyes pleadingly, as if trying to find something hidden in them.

"Don't look at me like that Frank."

"What, you scared you'll get lost in my eyes or something?" He said jokingly.

"Something like that " Gerard replied, only half teasing.

The pair sat in silence for a while, before Frankie decided to try again.

"Seriously dude, what's the matter with you?"

Please Frankie, don't ask me, Gerard pleaded silently, just leave me to love you in peace. I'm not doing you any harm; I'm only harming myself.

"You gonna tell me Gerard?" Frankie said, breaking into his friend's thoughts.

"I don't think I should "

"Oh so there is something wrong!" Frankie said triumphantly. "Please, do tell!"

He turned to look at his friend, seeing that Gerard had already found his eyes, and was gazing intently into them.

"Wh What is it Gerard?" Frank said softly

Gerard lowered his head so he wouldn't have to look at his friend.

"I don't know I I "

Frankie leaned closer to his friend, putting his arm around Gerard.

"Look, whatever it is, it's all gonna be ok. You'll see."

"But it won't Frankie, it won't!"

"Maybe if you told me what was bothering you. Gerard? Look at me."

Gerard slowly lifted his head and found himself once again staring into those powerful eyes. He didn't want to look at them anymore; he wanted to be so close to Frankie's face that he wouldn't be able to see them; so close he was touching Frankie, kissing Frankie. That was all he wanted. But he feared that if he got that, then he would only want more. He knew however, that he would never get that chance.

He let his fingers reach up and touch Frankie's face. His skin felt so smooth against his rough hands. He jumped as he felt Frankie's hand reach up and take hold of his own, pulling it down towards his lap, and grasping it firmly with both hands.

Frankie leaned in closer to Gerard, and carefully placed his lips over his friend's. He had no idea what he was doing, but it felt so right. He let his tongue slide over Gerard's lips, before pushing it right into his mouth. He panted heavily as his tongue played around, running over Gerard's smooth, wet, hot tongue, along his pouting lips, feeling around into every inch of Gerard's mouth his tongue could reach. He smiled as he felt Gerard spring into action and return the favour; his tongue playing with Frankie's as energetically as his own.

Frankie felt a warm hand start to rub his legs up and down, then moving slowly upwards towards his crotch

****

Gerard awoke to the sound of cars driving past his window. He smiled. For some reason he felt at peace with the world. He was so happy! It took a moment for him to remember why, but as soon as he did, he rolled over and placed a hand lovingly around his sleeping lover's waist. He gazed upon the beauty that was his best friend, lying next to him in bed, exhausted from their night of passion. Gerard smiled as he watched Frankie open his eyes sleepily.

"Morning." Gerard whispered softly.

"Hey man Wow." Came the reply.

Gerard smiled again; so happy that he felt he might explode or something. He finally had what he had wanted for so long. He didn't care if this didn't develop into something, or if Frankie never spoke to him again; he was finally happy, and had had all he ever wanted.

Frankie noticed Gerard smiling at him. "What? Why you lookin' at me like that?"

"I guess I'm just thinking how lucky I am."

Now it was Frankie's turn to smile.

"No," he said, "I'm the lucky one."

He leaned forward and kissed Gerard softly on the lips, before laying back down, smiling to himself. Gerard sighed, still in a daze from what had happened. Maybe Frankie did feel something for him; he wouldn't have said that, or kissed him like that, if he didn't.

Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door.

"Hey Gerard! You in there? Is Frankie with you?" A voice called urgently, still banging on the door.

"Hey what's the matter dude?" Gerard called from the bed, still holding his arm protectively around Frankie. He was wondering how they knew Frankie was here. They couldn't have found out about what happened could they?

"Gerard! I'm serious man! Let me in, this is important!"

"Alright Mikey, hang on." Gerard said, hastily shoving a dressing gown on, and making his way across the room. He reached the door, and a very pale looking Mikey rushed into the room. Gerard just got a glimpse of a load of flashing cameras, before the door was slammed shut.

Mikey stood there, staring at the bed, where Frankie was still lying, transfixed.

"Oh my God it's fucking true "

Gerard came up behind him, and put his arm around him.

"Hey bro um." He said, helplessly.

"Wh Wha What's going on ?" Mikey stuttered, as if it wasn't obvious.

"I'm sorry bro you shouldn't have found out like this. So so what was so important?"

Mikey hastily shoved a newspaper in Gerard's face. On the front was a picture of him. Only he was not alone.

The picture showed what had happened last night. It showed Gerard wrapped in the arms of Frankie, passionately making love to him. It was a fuzzy, black and white photo, obviously caught by the security camera; and above it was the headline: "MY GAY ROMANCE?"

Gerard stared in shock. That must be why there were so many people outside. He chucked the paper at Frankie, so he could see it, before throwing himself onto the bed and burying his head in his hands.

"What am I gonna do?" He wailed.

"What are you gonna do?" Replied Frankie, throwing the paper aside. "You mean what are we gonna do? I'm as much a part of this as you, and there's no way I would leave you." Mikey looked at the pair of them, as Frankie wrapped his arms around Gerard. He smiled at them; they looked so perfect together, even thought he found it weird.

"So are you guys actually gay?" He asked.

"I guess so." Said a smiling Gerard.

"I'll go get rid of the press. You guys get dressed, and we'll sort this out later, ok?"

Frankie looked up, and grinned. "Thanks Mikey."

Mikey just smiled and walked out of the door, closing it quickly so no one could get any more pictures.

Gerard stood up and walked over to the window. He sighed as he drew back the curtains and stared out the rain stained glass. He felt Frankie come up behind him, and once again drape his arms around him.

"Don't worry," he whispered, "It's all gonna be ok."

Gerard turned around to look at him.

"I'm gonna take care of you Gerard. You're mine now."

****

Gerard was awoken by the early morning sunlight drifting through his window. He opened his eyes, and glanced around the room, trying to remember what had happened last night. He knew that the last few days had been a bit crazy, but he couldn't for the life of him remember why.

He sighed and rolled over, and was shocked to see Frankie lying asleep next to him. Ah yes, so that's what happened, he thought sleepily. He had come out to the world, and admitted he and Frankie were lovers. Gerard smiled, glad that at least that part was over, but the worst was still to come.

His brother, Mikey, had found out first hand, and Gerard had been forced to tell the rest of the band, but he still hadn't told the rest of his family. He had been putting that off, but he decided he would rather tell them himself, rather than let them hear rumours.

Careful not to wake Frankie, he slipped out of bed, and started to get dressed in whatever clothes he could find lying around. He was halfway out the door when he realised he was wearing Frankie's boxers

Once outside the hotel, he hailed a taxi and directed it towards his parents' house. Gerard started to feel bad: he hadn't been to visit them yet on this trip, but it seemed now that the only reason he was going, was to give them some potentially upsetting news.

As the taxi drove up to the large house, he saw that Mikey's car was neatly parked in the driveway. Mikey seemed to have come to terms with all this quite well, so Gerard felt reassured that at least one person would be there to support him. He walked up to the door, and nervously rang the doorbell.

His mom's bright face appeared in the open doorway.

"Gerard! For what do we owe this pleasure?" She cried, excitedly kissing and hugging him. "It's been so long! Come in, come in!" She said, before he could get a word in edgeways.

He went into the lounge, settling himself down on the familiar brown leather sofa, that he had loved so much as a kid.

"Gerard! What's up man?"

Gerard shifted his position, to turn around and watch his little brother enter the room. He needn't have bothered: Mikey threw himself down onto the sofa next to him anyway.

"Hey Mike. What you doing here?"

"Meh, just chillin' with the folks."

Gerard chuckled at his brother.

"So why you here Gerard?"

"Unpleasant business, I'm afraid."

"Oh?"

"I I kinda erm "

"Spit it out Gerard."

"I'm gonna tell mom and dad that I'm well "

Just then, their mom came bustling into the room, loaded up with tea and cakes. The brothers just looked at their mom, and then at all the food.

"What?" She said, "well it's not often I get both of you here together any more, is it?"

Gerard laughed and reached up to give his mom a hug, just as their dad walked in.

"Gerard! What a surprise!"

"Jeez, you all act as if you haven't seen me in years!"

Their dad chuckled, and gave Gerard a rough one-armed hug. "So what brings you here, son?"

Gerard shuffled uncomfortably. "There's something I need to tell you guys."

Their mom beamed. "What is it dear?"

"I don't know if you're gonna like it "

Her smile disappeared. "What have you done now?"

"Nothing! It's just " He looked at Mikey for some kind of support. "It's just well, this is hard for me, but I wanna tell you first before you hear it from someone else."

"What is it?" Their dad encouraged.

No point beating about the bush, he thought, might as well get straight to it.

"I'm gay."

He looked around at the others, willing them to say something; but no one did.

"I kinda have a boyfriend." He tried, in an attempt to get a reaction.

Their dad looked up suddenly. "Oh really? Who?"

"It's Frankie."

His mom uttered a sob. Gerard walked over to her and put his arm around her.

"Please don't cry mom, it's not that big a deal."

"What the Hell do you want me to do Gerard?" She cried, shrugging him off. "Where did I go wrong, huh?"

He blinked. "What?"

"Well I must have done something wrong when I was raising you!"

His dad interjected. "Come on honey, this isn't your fault. Personally I blame his stupid so called music career."

This comment caused Mikey to stand up and react.

"Hey! What do you mean 'so called music career'? It's my career too! Are you saying I'm a screw up too?"

"Mikey, are you saying I'm a screw up, just 'cos I'm gay?" Shouted Gerard.

Their dad decided to reply on Mikey's behalf.

"Yes, Gerard! Yes you screwed up royally this time! What's the family gonna say, huh? What about your grandparents, do you think they're gonna approve?"

"I don't fucking care if they approve! I didn't come here for fucking approval!"

"Don't swear at me Gerard Way!"

Mikey tried to help. "Gerard mate, I didn't mean you're a screw-"

"You've brought shame to the whole family, you fucking queer!" Shouted his dad.

Suddenly, silence fell over the entire room; even their mom stopped sobbing.

"Excuse me?" Said Gerard, almost whispering.

"You heard me you shitty little fag. Now get the fuck out of my house!"

"But Dad "

"Don't 'Dad' me. I don't wanna be your 'Dad' anymore. I don't need a son like you."

He turned his back on his son and walked out, closely followed by his wife.

Mikey put his arm around his brother. "You OK man?"

"What the fuck do you think?" Gerard snapped back.

"Hey, I'm on your side man. They were totally out of line."

"Thanks bro." He replied, softening slightly.

He turned to hug his brother, letting a tear fall down his face.

"Well you heard what he said. I better go."

They pulled apart slowly, dreading having to say goodbye.

"You need a ride?"

"No. I think I wanna be alone. I'll get the bus."

They shared one last hug, before Gerard walked out of the house, slamming the door as hard as he could, hoping it would break into a million shattered pieces. He wished he could break his parents into a million little pieces too.

He found a bus waiting at the bus stop, and quickly jumped onto it. He didn't care where it was going, as long as it was going away from here.

****

As he sat there on the bus, feeling totally depressed, he suddenly realised his life couldn't be that bad. He was a famous musician, with shit loadsa cash and to top it all off, he had an amazing boyfriend. So what if his parents hated him?

He smiled as he thought of Frankie. He thought about the way he looked, the way he laughed, the way he looked at Gerard, as if he was the most amazing person in the world. He sighed; Gerard didn't deserve someone like Frankie. Sometimes he felt Frank was too good to be true, like there had to be some kind of catch.

He shook his head. Don't be stupid, Frankie loves you, and that's the end of it. But he still got jealous when other guys were around. He got jealous even if other girls were around, even though he knew Frankie wasn't interested in them. He could tell that by the way Frankie always kissed him. It was a kiss that told him he was the only one Frank would ever want; the only one he would ever need.

The bus pulled into a stop, and Gerard quickly got off: he had always hated buses. He jumped off, feeling happier than he had when he had got on. He felt elated at the fact that he would soon, once again, be wrapped in the arms of his lover.

He skipped round the corned to his hotel; he felt like he was flying. The hotel was in sight now, so he raced towards it as fast as he could. He felt stupid, like a little schoolboy, grinning wildly, flailing his arms around everywhere. He felt stupid but he kept going, right up the steps to the hotel, right through the doors, past the main desk and straight up the stairs. Along the vast landing, scanning every door number to find the right one.

Then he stopped.

He found the door but it was slightly ajar. Thinking he would surprise Frankie, he crept in silently. But what filled the room was definitely not silence. He gasped as he saw two familiar figures moving in harmony on the bed. He fell to his knees.

"Frankie! NOOOOOOOO!" He screamed.

The figures turned to look at the sobbing heap on the floor.

"Gerard I can explain!" Frankie tried, but it was no use. Gerard could feel the will to live slipping away. He felt his brother come and put an arm around him.

"Gerard mate, look, I'm sorry you had to find out like this."

Gerard span round and slapped Mikey across the face.

"How dare you? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?" He screamed.

"Gerard please!?" Begged Frankie, but Gerard was on a roll.

"Frankie! You're meant to be with me!" He sobbed. "How could you? With my own " He could not bring himself to call him a brother. "And you!" He pointed at Mikey. "You knew how hard this was for me! You said you would be there for me, to support me, but now you've just betrayed me!"

He couldn't go on. He let himself fall down, his body shaking with each shuddering sob. He felt lost; lost and alone.

"I loved you," he whispered, "both of you."

"We love you too Gerard, believe us!" Said Mikey.

"No. It's too late."

Gerard got to his feet, and wandered into the bathroom. Frankie and Mikey were too afraid to follow him. A few moments later, Gerard returned; holding a gun. He pointed it at the pair of them, standing there together, looking like a proper couple. The images of seeing them together on the bed like that were inked on the inside of Gerard's skull. He wouldn't forget that. Ever. His brother and his boyfriend, having sex in his own bed.

He held the gun steady, pointing it directly at Mikey's chest; right at his heart.

"Gerard, don't." Mumbled Frankie.

His finger gently squeezed the trigger, but not hard enough to fire a shot. He was playing with them, tormenting them, the way they tormented him. He took his one last look at Frankie, before turning the gun on himself. He heard Frankie scream; then a loud bang and everything went black.

****

The black turned to white as Gerard opened his eyes. But he could not work out where he was.

He appeared to be in some kind of large bright white room, with no doors or windows. He was sitting crossed-legged in the middle of the room, and he was totally different. He looked down at himself and saw that he was dressed from head to toe in white: a large white shirt, baggy white trousers, but bare feet. He noticed something white poking him in the eye, and realised it was his hair.

What's going on? He thought, where am I? What happened to me? Do I look different? I need a mirror.

And suddenly in front of him, was a mirror. He smirked as he picked it up. What he saw caused him to drop the mirror in fright, leaving it to smash on the cold white floor.

Gerard's face was unnaturally pale, his eyebrows were the whitest white he had ever seen, even his eyelashes were white. But the thing that shocked him the most was his hair: it was totally white.

Gerard screamed. "WHERE THE FUCK AM I?"

"Gee, wake up"

"I love you Gerard."

"Come back to us, son."

"I can't go on with out you Gerard."

All these voices started appearing around him, confusing him, speaking to him, calling to him. He span round, hit himself, threw himself on the floor, desperate to make the voices stop. Finally he couldn't take it anymore.

"Am I dead?" He whispered through tears.

Through his blurred vision, he managed to see something move out of the corner of his eye. He looked up suddenly, and found himself staring at an open door. He ran for it, desperate to get out; he didn't care where it lead. He ran through it, feeling an eerie wind rush past him, whistling in his ears. The voices stopped.

He found himself in what looked like a hospital waiting room. There were tonnes of people, all just sitting around. Many of them appeared to be crying.

Wait a second, he thought, I know that guy! And him! And her, and them, and

He looked around in shock as he saw his brother, his best friends, his father, his mother, all sitting amongst many other people. All seemed to be crying, or close to it. He couldn't understand what was going on, unless unless he really was dead.

But how ? What happened to me?

He walked over to his mother. "Hey mom." He said, waving at her. Nothing happened. He tried Mikey next. "Mike!" Still nothing. Could they not see him at all? Could they not even detect his presence?

He saw someone emerge from another room with a grave look on his face. A doctor, or something like one.

"Mr and Mrs Way?" He called.

They looked up, as did Mikey. The doctor slowly walked over to them.

"It doesn't look like there's anything we can do." He said, "We could keep him on the respirator, in the hope that he wakes up, but the chances of that are very remote. In my opinion, the kindest thing to do would be to just let him sleep. I'm so sorry."

Mrs Way let out a huge cry and started hitting her husband. "This is all your fault!" She screamed. "Why couldn't you just accept him as he was?"

Gerard glared at Mikey. He knew the truth. He knew why Gerard had shot himself. So why wasn't he saying anything?

The doctor spoke again. "The, er, young man requested some time alone with him. I hope that's ok." He received no reply, so he simply nodded and continued along down the corridor.

Gerard was eager to see who the 'young man' was, so he headed towards the door that the doctor had come from. Upon entry, he found himself face to face with himself. Only he wasn't awake; he was barely even alive.

He heard a sob from somewhere in the corner. He jerked his head up to see a short, dark haired figure standing there, black, make-up stained tears, streaming down his pale cheeks. He let out another small sob, but other than that, stayed silent. After a moment or two, he slowly walked towards the bed where Gerard lay, and kneeled on the floor beside it. He took hold of Gerard's cold hand and squeezed it tight.

"I'm sorry Gee. I'm so sorry." He let the tears continue falling. "I need you Gerard. I did a stupid, stupid thing! I didn't mean to. I didn't want to. I was scared I'm so sorry. Come back to me Gerard. I know you can hear me."

"It's too late Frankie. I'm already dead. I know you can't hear me." Gerard said, a single tear falling down his face.

"I need you Gee."

Gerard turned away. For the first time, he could truly see who Frankie was. He could see what Frankie thought of him. He could see that Frankie loved him.

"I need you too Frankie."

He leaned down and gently kissed Frankie's wet lips. Frankie shuddered, as if he could feel Gerard's presence.

"Don't worry Frank. I won't let go yet."

He let out a small cry, which suddenly turned into a powerful scream. He felt the wind blowing around him, whirling round and round, spinning him in circles. The room seemed to dissolve around him, and everything went black once again

"NO!" He screamed, sitting up suddenly, ripping away all the various tubes running into his body as he did so.

"Gerard?" Said Frankie, through tears. Realisation suddenly hit him. "GERARD! YOU YOU'RE ALIVE!" He threw himself upon him, hugging him, smothering him with kisses. Various people suddenly appeared at the door; doctors, nurses, family and friends.

Gerard's mum let out a squeak. "Gerard! My baby!"

He just sat there smiling, glad to be back among the living. Glad to know that Frankie really did love him. He let his mind wander, as everyone crowded round him, hugging, screaming, crying, but most of all, loving him.

****

Gerard was released from hospital about a week after the incident. He was desperate to get back home and see Frankie again, certain that this time he would belong to Gerard alone. He stopped off at the local corner shop and bought some flowers, although he wasn't entirely sure why. It just felt like the right thing to do.

He practically skipped home, excited at the prospect of seeing the love of his life again, after having waited for so long. However, when he reached the house, he was met with the scene that had almost killed him once before. His brother. His lover. Together. He stood in the doorway and watched, for that was all he could do. His grip on the flowers loosened, and they fell to the floor, unnoticed. He let a tear fall from his tired eye, but stayed silent. He had suffered in silence for so long, it seemed to come naturally to him now.

He slowly walked downstairs, dragging his feet, stifling his sobs. He reached the dining room and walked towards the dresser in the corner. He reached up and moved his hand slowly across the top, until he made contact with something cold and hard. He pulled it down hand held it in his sweaty hand, simply staring at it. He placed it down carefully on the wooden table beside him, and reached across for a piece of paper and a pen. He sat down and started to write.

****

He folded up the paper and wrote To those that I love, across the top. He left it on the table and picked up the cold, hard gun. He placed his fingers around the trigger, enjoying the feel of it. He smiled; he had learned to love the trigger of a gun: it could solve all of his problems with a simple touch. He placed the barrel to his temple, certain that this time, his aim would be true.

"So long and goodnight." He uttered, as a resounding bang echoed through the house.

****

The note was only found after the body had been removed, as all the confusion had caused it to be knocked off the table, and lost underneath it. It was found by a young policeman, who handed it to Frankie to read.

It read:

I'm not ok. I haven't been for a while now. I have suffered for so long, but now I am at peace.

To Frankie. My Frankie. I love you; I always have, and always will. To the end. And this is not the end; this is just the beginning. I'll understand if you want to stay with him, but I will never ever stop loving you. That's a promise Frankie. I will be with you once again.

To Mikey: I do love you. You are the best brother I could have asked for, and I know that Frankie is better off with you instead. I always knew deep down inside that he deserved better than me. And that's what you are. So take care of him. He needs to be taken care of.

To everyone else: I won't say I'm sorry, because I'm not. I'm happy. I'm finally happy.

We'll meet again: when both our cars collide.

Gerard