Where else could I go?
I had no one else. And they had always been there for me.
I tapped the, praying Frank or Jamia to be awake. I tried wiping teardrops that streamed on my face. "Chrissy?" Frank startled me, barely awake. He noticed the wreckage of myself, a worried expression growing on his face. I enveloped Frank in my arms, making wet spots blotching his white t-shirt. "Shhh, it's okay." He comforted me, patting my hair gently.
"Why Frank? Why did he do it?" I sobbed.
"Chris, he wasn't conscious. It wasnt Gerard. The fucking waiter messed up our drinks, and you can't blame him completely. He was drunk, not thinking."
"But he should've left. He knew he didnt want to be near a bar, let alone order something in one." Frank couldnt respond to my words, for he knew I was true.
"Come on babe. It's freezing and you dont need to get sick." He pulled me inside before the wind could chill my shoulders any longer. Jamia settled me into their guest room, before bringing me a cup of tea.
I couldn't imagine how I would even sleep tonight. I slinked under the covers, bringing my knees to my chest. My head rest against my kneecaps. I lay there, curled up and sobbing until I could see the sun rising from behind the treetops.
Gerard's POV
I watched her drive away, the car lights lightening the dark night. When they no longer lit my vision, the full impact of her leaving hit me. I tried gaining my composure from the image of Christine's horror in my mind but it took over me. Before I could cry, I remembered the envelope in my hands. I unclasped the seal, a note visible with other papers inside. I began to read the letter wrote in Christine's writing:
Gerard Way,
I love you more than life itself. If I didnt have you in my life, I would have no reason to live. You are my everything & I adore you until eternity. I really hope you love your gift, because I knew how much if meant to you. I love you always, and forever. Merry Christmas.
Love,
Christine<3
More guilt consumed me, while I lifted the note viewing the underlying papers. I was speechless, and didnt understand how grateful I could be. In my hands was a contract for the printing of my comic, The Umbrella Academy. Chrissy knew my passion to print it, but I never took the time to pursue the dream. The overwhelming feeling of sorrow, depression, and sin came over me. I would make this up to her. I couldn't let her walk away, escaping out of my life. I loved her and everything we've been through. I would get my Christine back, through hell or high-water.
I won't ask for much this Christmas...
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