"Frankie?" Gerard called, closing the front door behind him. "Frankie, I met a guy today -" he cut himself off as he looked around the room, his boyfriend nowhere to be seen. "Frankie?"

He looked through each of the rooms, panic rising in his throat. He wiped his nose on his sleeve, a habit he'd picked up since starting drugs, even though he was quitting - or going to quit. It was all sorted. He'd met a guy, through Mikey, that was going to help both of them. That was going to save them.

It wasn't that easy of course, and maybe Gerard knew it. Still, he wanted to tell Frank, because he was excited. He wanted to get clean. He wanted to be a proper boyfriend to Frank again.

Though judging by the most recent letter, he feared that he might be too late.

"Frank!" he yelled, opening the bedroom door.

There was nobody inside, the only sign that anybody had been there at all being a half-written letter on the desk.

He went over to it and picked it up, reading Frank's words.

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