Gravity

   A last day of school could've been looked at several different ways. For some, it was a day of celebration, that the despised finals were over, as was that year of school.  For others; a disappointment that their childhood was slipping away from them, or something overly dramatic like that. But others, however, are not like Frank. Frank, Mr. Frank Iero, was Different. As Frank usually was, of course. But on his last day of school this year, was the same day, of the last time he would ever see his Gerard. His love, and the only one that could ever deserve the title of being his own; That was Gerard. The last day, the very last day, he would see the most beautiful man on the planet, maybe even in the whole universe; That was Gerard. An angel in his eyes, and a savior; Mr. Gerard way. And the only thing he had ever cared for in life, Gerard, was leaving him. On the last day of school, he was getting on an H-airpoint jet, and flying so far away that it could've flown him to another universe and it wouldn't have made a difference. Flying so far away to help the resistance. The resistance, the thing that has took his love, life, and over-all, frank himself, took them all away with no trace but a memory in this 15 year old's head. And boy, was he set to change that. Boy, he was set to change.

   This, however, was before the pig bomb of 2017. The infamous day the Pigbomb of 2017 dropped on the world. On the world above a little 17 year olds head, and in view of a brave 21 year old a world apart from him. Of course, there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing but sit, watch, and wonder. Wonder if his Frankie made it out alive, wondering if anyone was alive at all; even if it were worth the energy to ask. But he wasn't letting go of faith. If it one thing he would always have, it was faith. And he had faith; boy, did Gerard have faith. He had faith in himself, in his Friends, and in Frank; he had a faith in Frank so strong, that he wasn't going to let the baddest of Draculoids bring him down. Not the strongest thing in the world, or the weakest. He was getting his Frank back, without a doubt. His mind was set on it, and the enemy wasn't stopping him. Gravity didn't mean anything to him; just the weight of what he had. And what he had was nothing worth comparing to gravity, let me tell you.

Listen up'.