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After turning each corner, getting closer and closer, my fear began to slowly fade away and eventually disappear. It just seemed nonexistent to me now that I could even be scared at all. I understood why, but it no longer seemed needed.

Sooner than I expected, his house came into view. I tried to mentally prepare myself for what I was about to do, but in the back of my head, I knew nothing could prepare me. The closer his house came into view, I knew that there was no turning back now. Walking up an knocking on his door was something I never thought I'd ever do again.

Waiting for him to answer, I began to wonder what he looked like after all this time. It's been quite a few years, so he could've either stayed the same or drastically changed. I hadn't heard the door open at first, but I did hear a small gasp from behind me. I shut my eyes and turned round to make sure I was here right now. Some sort of proof this wasn't a dream.

"Gerard..?" Oh, how I missed his voice, his real voice. He hadn't grown much, a few inches maybe, grew his hair out, and still dressed the same. A band tee, some skinny jeans, and a hint of eyeliner. He seemed sort of..tiny, for someone of his age and height. I knew he didn't feel the need for makeup anymore.

"Frank..Yes, it's me. And it's you.." I said, half in disbelief. Almost at the same time, we almost ran up to each other, catching each other in what felt like a time-stopping hug. The world around me just froze, and it felt amazing to be this close to him once again.

Being this close, the feeling was so surreall. I mean, I never thought I'd be able to see him again, let alone be close. Not in this lifetime, anyways. I loved the familiar feeling of him being slightly smaller than me, the way his arms were ablt to fit all the way around me. Sometimes it felt as if we fit perfectly together.

I almost didn't feel Frank slightly shaking, though I know he probably tried to keep himself calm at first. I pulled back to look down at him and his eyes were beginning to become red, that he'd began to cry. His hand reached up to try and wipe away something on my face.

I hadn't even realized that I was crying as well. Seemed it was a shocking moment for us both. I was just glad that I decided to get the nerve and to come here today. He seemed more surprised, happy, than anything else. And me, well I was happy as long as he was.

He pulled me inside, which I gladly followed, and he said to me, "It's been such a long time.." As we were walking, I squeezed the hand I was holding and replied, "Too long." He walked us upstairs and it was a flashback moment when we were inside his room.

It hadn't changed since high school; a new bed, new computer. Walls were still covered in bands posters, a stack of cd's next to the computer desk. I was just glad that the only thing that hadn't changed was him.

All my life, I've been waiting.. Passed my time procrastinating. Now, I realized I should've done this a long time ago, instead of waiting and causing both of us this much pain. When I saw him, it seemed like he was trying hard to make himself seem bright and happy.

So much of the energy and happiness I used to see in him, seemed back for the moment. It seemed gone as long as I've been gone. It was just like we were teenagers again, being alone in his room. It wasn't like our feelings changed..That's the one thing that both of us had been able to hold onto.

Frank sat down and I sat next to him on his bed, quiet at first. "I didn't expect to show up here today, or at all actually.. I've waited a long time for this moment..." he said, though more to himself than me. He shook his head and looked back up at me.

"Me too.. And I guess I should let you know that I won't be here for long, only for another week. Then I have to go back to school." I told him. After I told him, he seemed to look disappointed, like he expected me to stay longer. "I wish you could be here longer, but if you have too.." he said, looking sad.

I know I am not alone, I'm not the only one who is broken. "I know.. I'll never let you go. I can watch the world pass by, just as long as it's you and I." I said all of a sudden, "Watching it go by on your own can make you grow old fast." I continued.

He tried to pull a smile and leaned his head against my shoulder. "Don't I know that feeling.. Growing old fast, before your time.." he said, trailing off. I looked down at him. "What was that last part about?" I asked, confused. He waved his hand as if it was nothing and said, "Don't worry, just rambling again."

I reached for his hand closest to me, took it in mine and stayed like that in silence. I felt like we'd done this before, him trying to act like there was nothing on his mind and me trying to get it out of him. "You know you can tell me whatever it is.." I said, trying to sound concerned. It's not like I wasn't, I just couldn't be sure how I sounded.

His eyes shifted up to me and looked as if he was trying to tell me something. He looked so sad for a moment, but the face was gone and he told me, "It's nothing, seriously, you don't have to worry." I did as he said and tried not to worry about it.

But like usual, my mind started to wander, thinking about how pale and lifeless he seemed at first sight, before he changed to happiness. Also how he had to almost force himself to do something as simple as smiling. It didn't add up right in my head.

Was he hiding something from me..?