the Unforgiven
I didn't want to be weak again, but I knew I was. I didn't want him to know that I'd already given up on his own idea of keeping me clean. And I definitely didn't want to give in and tell him that my sudden return to drugs was because of the pain of losing him. No, I wouldn't. I would go on pretending that everything was fine inside my heart. Yeah, I was going to keep pretending to be the Bert McCracken I always pretended to be.
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The sun was rising and starting to beat on Bert's large window, causing his face to light up halfway as he sang, and making his eyes even bluer, as clear as the color of the sky, which opened to hear him. it sing. The song was so beautiful that I practically entered a null state of senses and movements, I could only look at Bert's face, perfectly sculpted with the shadows of the rising sun, I could only hear his voice, hoarse time, time velvety
"Oh, Gerard was too dramatic! At least, I thought so. I should have realized how lucky I was to have that guy, almost everyone in town wanted him. But I didn't care." I had the best boyfriend in the world, but I didn't value him. And then I lost it.
My Chemical Romance. How did it all happen? What is that link between them? This is beyond this life, this comes from thousands of years ago. A band formed by amazing friends.
Some loves go away, others appear but the songs and pain are eternal...
She didn't know where she was. It was a kind of desert. There was nothing and no one around. No Bert, no Mikey, no Frank... No show, no dressing room, no bottle... he was all alone. He scratched his head and questioned for nothing: - Where I am? Did I die? - Not exactly, Gerard. - Which? Who? He turned around and saw the curious figure behind him.
That bed, the same one in which Davey and I spent our first and last moments together. That sheet still had its strong cologne, despite being washed so many times. I could see him smiling at me as I closed my eyes. I could see every scene of the little life we had together, each love scene, each companionship scene, each affection scene, each laugh, each pair of bright eyes as they met. And I cried, I cried enough to lose my last strength and go back to sleep.