✧ Welcome to the story in which everybody is either totally clueless, or an asshole, or both.

✧ This story is dark and EdgY to the max, so good for you if you like that.
⚠️ Please still read the trigger warnings carefully, they're in the book's summary as usual. Stay safe, little peanuts. *boop*

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Gerard (you'll see why 2 pics)

Frank :

Mikey and Lindsey (not a ship obv, I just don't want to put 25789 images)

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Gerard's POV :

We were alone, just the two of us, sitting on the pavement. It was damp, but we were used to it. It was cold, but not more than our hands. It was dark, but not so much darker than our hearts.

We were lost in the night at the bottom of our abyss, with our attitude and defiance as our sole weapons.

But we did not want to fight anymore. We wanted to leave, escape everything, this terrible doom of ours that stuck to us like a second skin.

They had told me to stay away from kids like him, but I hadn't listened. I was one of those kids now. He and I, we were the youth that wants to destroy itself.

Feeling him next to me was the best drug. Only he could make me forget about everything, instead of drowning in alcohol. I mean, besides drowning in alcohol.

He lifted my chin so I looked up at him, snapping me out of my thoughts. He connected our lips in a passionate, poisonous kiss.

"You've got that kind of beauty that time cannot erase," he breathed out against my pale lips.

I brought my hand to his cheek and brushed his strands of hair in disarray. Every breath we took, every move we made was gentle, and yet so beautifully violent. Sensual, in a way. Out of time.

He brought his cigarette to his pale, chapped lips. I admired the death smoke as it coated and swirled around him, giving him a mysterious aura. I wondered how someone could be so beautiful. There is nothing more tragically poetic than self-destruction.

Then, he brought the cancer stick to my lips and I inhaled, knocking yet another nail into my coffin. As much as we smoked, our leather jackets would appear to be white compared to the color of our lungs.

But well, we decided the way we wanted to live. So, we might as well decide the way we want to die too. Some people want to die on a rainy day, others bathed in the sunlight. The only way I wanted to die was with him.

"I love you."

These words were so unexpected from him that I gasped under my breath. He had told me plenty of times how much he would kill for me, how much he would die for me, but he had never told me that he loved me.

"You're the one, Gerard. I know it. I can feel it. My heart is never wrong. It chose you and now it belongs to you forever."

He took a sip of his beer, and I rested my head on his leather clad shoulder.

"I love you too. I would die for you." I spoke.

He ran a cold hand in my dyed black hair and kissed me again. Our tongues slowly danced together.

He tasted like all the vices of the world. I loved it, I loved him, and I could never get enough of that intoxication. They would have to stake my heart if they ever wanted it to stop beating for him.

We pulled back for air. My eyes wandered around; seeing what our lives were and would never be made my heart pinch. We were young and doomed.

I could see my own misery in his painful, hopeless eyes. That was the image of our condition. Is being free from our illusory chains worth it if we are pariahs? Debatable. There is no definite answer, but we already made our choice.

I took the can of beer from his frozen hands and finished what was left of it. He absent-mindedly played with his silvery angel wings that never left him.

"This whole country is a shitty ghetto. This life sucks. They hate you as soon as you're not complying blindly to the plan they built for you." I uttered bitterly.

"It's okay, I'm here. We have something that they don't : each other."

He brought me even closer, and I hissed in pain. Pain. The only thing filling the terrible emptiness inside me. I hate it, but I'm not sure I want it to stop. After all, it's the only thing that really makes me feel alive these days.

"I'm sorry. The bruises?" he asked softly, and I nodded. "I'm sorry he does that to you." he apologized again.

"It's okay. They won't change who I am. They will never break me."

He shot a sad smile at me, and his frozen fingers glided across my cheek. "Oh, baby, we're already shattered and irreparable. But it doesn't mean we can't give them Hell."

I shook my head. "Yes. But there is no way to stop that. We're just little cogs in a giant absurd machine."

He shook his head. "You're wrong. There is a way we can put an end to this and be together forever."

I looked up at him, tears already welling in my eyes. "I'd rather have you broken than dead. I don't want either of us to die. I just want to be happy together, without having to suffer to feel alive."

"Isn't that contradictory?"

I shook my head. I was curious about death - always have been. How sudden, how tragic it was. I had lost people, people who mattered to me. I didn't think I could take one more. If I lost him, I would die from my heartbreak. Or maybe from the pills I would have taken to join him.

"Or..." he began.

"Or?" I urged.

"We can run away together."

My heart skipped a beat. At last.
"Anytime you want."

"Tonight?"

"With the moon's blessing."

"I hurt so bad; it's so much worse if you're away. You're the only one who understand how I feel." he confessed. "I don't ever want to leave you."

"Me neither. I'm only okay when I'm with you."

"Let's do this. Right now."

He stood up and held his hand out to me. I took it, and an incredible confidence washed through me as I followed him.

Together, we're invincible. Immortal. He and I are a piece of art. We're nothing like them. They will never take us alive.

He led me to the car which he had stolen from his uncle. "Where?" he asked.

"Away." I replied. "The farthest we can go. Somewhere we can forget and be forgotten. We're going to start all over again, together."

He opened the door for me and I blushed. He sat behing the wheel and we both fastened our seatbelts. He started the engine and drove off.

This is it. We're finally doing it. Maybe they would all learn from their mistakes and our departure. Maybe not. I couldn't care less. Those motherfuckers could burn in Hell, for all I cared.

He had been driving on the highway for a couple of hours now and we were almost out of New Jersey. I could see he was tired, almost struggling to stay awake. I was too.

"Do you want me to drive, baby?" I offered.

"No, it's fine. I'm fine. Let's just leave Jersey and find a motel for the night. And then, we disappear," he said with his little smirk that had made me fall in love with him. That, and his attitude, our osmosis and the pain we shared.

I admired his features. He caught me staring and I blushed. I looked at the window. The moon was high in the black sky.

It's fun how my days are darker than my nights. Paradoxically, at night, everything is so much clearer in my head.

At night, everything is allowed; that's when people reveal a bit more of themselves. It's another world, a parallel universe.

I let out a yawn and he advised me to rest. I leaned my head on the window and observed the moon thoughtfully. As always, it kept me company. I let myself fall asleep.

I was so glad my nightmares left me alone for once. Dreamless nights were true blessings. After a while, a car's horn and a sudden jerk of the car woke me up brutally.

Everything happened so fast.

My eyes shot open, and I glanced at him. He had dozed off on the wheel. My heart stopped in my chest. I glanced back at the road and a bright light blinded me.

Then, a deafening honk rang. The car span around, projected away.

A crash, accompanied by the awful sound of glass breaking along with some bones. And my scream.

Blackout.

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"They're alive !"

My ears whistled painfully, and dull ache radiated in my body. I was in a very awkward position, upside down in a car, airbags out. Oh no, at the moment, I wasn't feeling alive at all.

I had enough strength to look at the man next to me. His temple was bleeding, and he was unconscious.

All my senses were numb, and my head was pounding terribly. There was a lot of movement around me, but I barely registered anything else than the excruciating pain in my head.

I couldn't help but to let myself dive in an abyss much deeper and darker than a normal sleep.

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