What happened to us?

Why, of all things, did we have to fade away?

I guess it's not all bad, though...

You're happy now...that's good.

It's funny how I used to be the only thing that made you smile...I guess I do the opposite now.

Do you even know what you did, Gerard?

Do I have to spell it out for you in some stupid letter you'll never read?

I guess I'll do it anyway, for closure...I guess...

We were still dating...in fact I was going to propose. Ha. How stupid was I to believe you really loved me?

Anyways...we were still dating when it happened...

An event that even the pure mention of it makes my stomach turn and my eyes water.

It was September of 2007 when you ripped my heart apart.

I was going to propose on September fifth...but everything crumbled apart just two days before....

You knew.

You knew I was going to propose, but you got scared.

Scared of what people would think and how they'd react.

So as quickly as possible you called Lindsey.

You reignited the flame you two had years ago...

And on September third you made it eternal. Backstage with only family and close friends, you had a small wedding service.

You married her....

I wasn't even invited to your wedding....

I wasn't even told you had gotten married until a day later....

And it wasn't even by you or Lindsey. It was your fucking brother.

He came up to me and apologized. I was so confused. Until he said those three words that haunt my dreams....

"About Gerard's wedding."

At that very moment I heard my fragile heart shatter. Break like fine china into millions of pieces.

I thought you loved me. I thought you cared about me.

You were the love of my life, but I obviously wasn't yours.

You used me. Then threw me away like a piece of trash.

And I tried to hate you. I really did. But there's a problem with that. You cannot hate someone you truly love.

You see, Gerard?

No matter what you did, I still fucking love you. And I'd follow you to the ends of the Earth to have you love me again.

But that'd be impossible.

Because you never loved me in the first place, Gerard.

You didn't love me...you just needed a good fuck after shows. And you knew I was vulnerable.

I was just weak, little Frankie.

Sad little Frankie.

Desperate little Frankie.

Worthless fucking Frankie!

The sad little fucking slut who'd follow you around like a lost fucking puppy looking for attention because he couldn't do anything useful in his meaningless little life!

.....

I'm done being sad little Frankie.

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As Frank finished writing the last sentence a silent tear made its way down his face. It was almost over. He stood up from the table and walked to the office in his lonely apartment. He grabbed an envelope and trudged back to the kitchen.

He carefully placed the folded letter into the envelope and sealed it. Then in his messy scrawl wrote 'for Gerard' on the front and left it on the table. They'd find it later.

Frank slipped on his beat up converse then exited the apartment. Not even bothering to lock the door.

It was muggy outside, on the verge of raining but not quite there. Each footstep made a slight squelch noise as he walked down the dirt road. His destination was in sight.

A tall bridge stood proud over a rock-infested river. It was a beautiful sight. The perfect destination.

It was half passed noon and several people were on the bank of the river fishing or camping. It was a hotspot for that kind of thing. They were all minding there own business. Not paying any attention to the short Italian man that was climbing the bridge's ledge.

He stood there for a minute, taking it all in.

Before he took out his phone and sent a message to his mom and dad, saying that he loved them, that he was sorry. Then he went to twitter and composed of his last words....

You know what you did.

He tweeted it out then placed his phone on the ledge.

Frank slowly turned around and took a deep breath, his final breath, before tipping backwards, consequently losing balance and falling approximately seventeen stories into the icy river bellow him.

Just before he hit the water, for the first time in over ten years, Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Jr. smiled a genuine smile.