Frank's POV

(A/N just so y'all aren't confused, starting from chapter 5, Frank calls Gerard Frank, and Gerard calls Frank Gerard. Ight, cool.)

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The trip was the best. We hiked and seen beautiful things like water falls, flowers, and more. We would fool around in the hotel, it was the best thing ever.

Once it was over, I felt, empty. I said goodbye to him, and I didn't see him anymore although he promised he'd come back.

He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn't changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.

Perhaps we were just friends first and lovers second.
But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

Would I be able to live without his hand on my tummy or around my hips?

The real question is, what will happen without the white boy?

"Frank, stai bene?" My dad says, puting a arm on my shoulder.

"No pa. White Boy ruined everything..." I mutter.

We had a long talk about that, and, I'm guessing he knew about me and white boy, but, that's okay, it'll be something I'll look back at and laugh, or cry.

Maybe it was my dad that brought him here, or maybe it was fate. Either way, all good things must come to an end.

The End

Or, is it?