Missing Pieces~A Story About Helena (My Chemical Romance) #3 A Haunting Dream

Gerard couldn't go to the apartment, couldn't have all those pictures and memories staring back at him. And he was secretly afraid--that she might come back--blaming him. It was completely irrational, he knew, but he was too weary to think rationally. He slept in his old room. The room that he had inhabited before he had gotten serious with Helena. Everyone had told the couple that they should get their own place.
He fell into the bed, not changing.
Just wanting to sleep.

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He was in the church again. He stood at the podium, eyes closed in prayer, his voice resounding with the microphone. He opened his eyes running them over the bowed heads and black hats.
Then, he saw her.
Dancing along the isle, her scarlett and black dress flowing about her, her pale arms moving above her head.
She looked up at him. Eyes trained on him, she danced fluidly toward him.
The congreration took no notice.
Gently, she took his hands, and pulled him away from the podium. Together, they danced among the red-carpeted isles.
At the casket, she stopped him.
Smiling sadly, she whispered, "I love you."
Before he could respond, a slim, ashen finger brushed his lips.
"Yes," she murmured simply, before kissing him. When their lips parted, he could see she was crying, the tears were falling onto his hands.
Then the tears turned to blood and her body fell against him.

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