50 :: Tears - Frerard ::The sky was a stereotypical grey colour with the vast, amount of clouds. Rain drizzled down before its intensity climbed dramatically. The wind whipped around poor dishevelled souls as they went about their daily tasks. I rushed through the crowded footpath. I needed to be somewhere, and quick. I didn't want the rain to stop me. The cliché wrought iron gates loomed ahead and I picked up my pace. The gates screeched in protest as I opened them slightly. I walked solemnly through the old graves of the cemetery. I closed my eyes and continued walking. I knew my way around here so well. I stopped when I came to the one grave I had been waiting to see all day. I opened my eyes and knelt down beside the recently turned earth.50 :: Tears - Frerard ::4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I ran my finger over the engravings that I knew off by heart.
Frank Anthony Iero
1981 - 2010
Tears began to slide down my face, disguised by the falling rain.
"Hey Frankie..." I mumbled, smiling slightly as I remembered the pet names we calle