After he had opened up to me, Frank and I both went to his doctor appointments. Gerard called off most of the shows, no doubt scaring the fans. Frank still went to some and stayed off social media. The only people that knew were the band and I.

The doctors made plans for chemotherapy and medication. Even though he attempted to prepare for chemo, he was not ready. He was sick every day he had chemo. It trimmed up his already underweight body. His hair started to slowly fall out, soon it would all be gone.

I walked into his bedroom after chemo one day. The door was closed tightly, I was almost worried it was locked and he might've done something bad. Thankfully, it wasn't. I walked right in and found Frank lying on his back, watching me.

I offered a shy smile and tucked my hair behind my hair, "Hey baby...how you feeling?"

He swallowed hard. He knew he wasn't. We both know what he's been thinking and how hard it is for him.

I opened up my arms and saw tears start to form in his eyes. My lip quivered as I floated up to the bed and wrapped my arms around him. He dug his face into my shoulder and cried softly.

"I'm sorry," he would mutter. Each time I would kiss his head and tell him it was going to be alright.

"Frank?" I looked down at him and asked. His eyes followed up to mine, "Tell me a story."

"A story?" he questioned.

I nodded, "About anything; real or make-believe."

He closed his eyes and pressed his head back against my shoulder, "Once upon a time and all that shit," he waved his hand around. I giggled a bit and let him continue on, "There was this girl. She was beautiful, but she didn't know it. No one ever took her by the hand or told her that she was the center of their universe."

I blushed and watched even Frank begin to smile, "And there was this guy. He was a nerd and a wuss. He was an outcast and had little to no friends," he took a minute, running a hand through his hair. A tuff of dark hair was tangled in his fingers, "And he was sick, mentally and emotionally, but he was determined. He knew this girl was special. She deserved much more than him, and he needed to show her that."

He lifted his head up and looked over by his dresser. I traced his eyes to a bag on the floor. Frank went to go up and get it, but I stopped him. He was weak as it was. I threw the covers off of me and brought him the bag.

Frank steadied himself against the head of the bed. His shaking fingers opened it up and pulled out a black box. I sat up straight, getting a peek at it.

He tossed the bag away and held it in his lap, "The girl was a flower, a rose in particular." Frank gingerly opened he box. A glittering bracelet laid perfectly in the center. I could smell the flower from where I was. Beads were made of red roses.

"Roses have petals, just like every flower, except they're different," he spun a bead in his hand, "They're..beautiful, but they crumble and fall with negligence. One by one the petals fall, just like her heart did. Neither the guy or girl knew how much time he had left, but they knew the petals were starting to fall."

I bit back a cry and looked for him to finish the story so I could hug him again.

"Those petals, strewn about on the floor..can be made into something beautiful," he said and pulled the bracelet out carefully. He took my arm and started hooking it up, "Something horrible can be made into something almost as stunning as you are, Rose. I love you and I want to make you happy, so I'm gonna fight as much as I have to to stay alive - for you."

I couldn't suppress the half laugh and sob from my throat. Tears started to slip. I've never heard him talk so poetically. It was crazy amazing. I looked down at the bracelet on my hand. It gleamed in dimly lit ceiling light.

I threw my arms around his neck and tackled him back to the mattress. I showered him with kisses that he deserved. I knew how hard it was for him to go through this, and he agreed to do everything to be here. It meant a lot.

"I love you too," I said to him, "I'm really glad to hear that baby."

He smiled and blushed, looking away, "Say that again."

"Baby," I teased him.

He chuckled warmly and kissed me deeply.

When he finally crashed, it was as he was lying back on my shoulder. I could hear his breathing. He looked so precious, but so sad. I reached over and turned off the light. Gently, I planted a kiss on his cheek and fell asleep with him.