"Frank," Gerard started, I looked away, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

He shook his head, "that's not the question, I didn't ask if you were fine, I asked if you were okay."

I sighed, "I'm okay, Gerard, don't worry about me."

"That's the thing," he waved his hands, "you aren't okay, I can't trust you."

"Gerard-" he interrupted me, "don't Frank."

"Gerard, c-can I just go back home?"

Gerard looked hurt, angry, confused- I couldn't tell.

"He's abusive, Frank, can you even walk?"

I felt awkward, "of course I can walk."

He glared, "walk then."

I got up and started limping.

Gerard stared, "no, that's not walking."

I smiled bitterly and leaned against a wall, "I should just go, get out of your way."

"Where would you even go?"

I shrugged, "my dad's maybe."

"I won't allow you to go back there."

"Look, Gerard, you don't even know me. We've only just met." I cried, "you shouldn't care, I'm not something someone should care about."

"Stop it, Frank, just stop it. You can't just talk badly about yourself and brush it off like nothing was said."

"Why can't I?"

"Because it's not right, it hurts me, I don't know why but it does, you just make me feel things that no one else ever has. I think I love you."

"Love isn't real, don't you see that, Gerard, one day I'm gonna die and you're going to still be here thinking of how you regret ever talking to me in the first place. I'm poisonous, Gerard, why can't you see that? I'm a poisonous addictive drug that someday will kill you."

"No you won't, you're everything to me, you're just perfect. I love every single thing about you. Why can't you see that you are perfect?"

"I don't see things that aren't real."