Franks pov
Im not coping well at all. Im not sure if gerard is. I know mikey isnt. Its like the world is still moving forward when we are left so far back. I dont even know if that makes sense.

I got the least of it and i still think im going to need serious therapy. My heart beats so fast and i cant breathe whenever i hear something get moved loudly or something. Like if you dropped a cup. My eyes move around the room as if donald is going to pop put of fucking nowhere and hurt gerard and mikey again.

Gerard is being so good about it. He seems happy, i can see hes struggling but he seems genuinely happy.

Despite his lack of communication toward anyone, mikey is getting better. He would spend all day in his room but now we dont have to ask him to come out, he just does it. That simple fact makes Gerards eyes glow with what i can only descripe to be hope.

Currently we are by the river that flows through the town, its peaceful here. My head is laying across gerards thighs and hes playing with my hair. Mikey is laying on his stomach with one hand in the surprisingly very clean water.

Mikey has had a friend round a lot too, ray or something. Hes really sweet and adorable but he is so damn protective of mikey. They just sort of sit in silence together and stare at things or read or watch movies, its sort of adorable but kind of creepy.

Ray plays guitar for us when mikey asks him to and hes so talented. The other day we were all sat and discussing something and he accidentally puts his fingers into the cupcakes gee and i made, covering his hand in frosting. For some reason, mikey found that fucking hilarious and now he calls Ray; cupcake queen. Iconic if you ask me.

Another short one cuz im tired asf. Hopefully you are enjoying the story and sorry if your not. But as usual, enjoy folks.