Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Jr. is definitely the best man on this planet.
He is my oldest and best friend, who will never mind being replaced for a while. His extreme anger is clicking and kicking on the floor. Frank accepts any situation, no matter how scary it is, and just lets it through him, don't let it hurt his soul.
We've been through a lot together. We never broke up.
Every Friday after work, we used to take drinks and sit on the balcony, watching the stars, dreaming of anything other than a "normal" life, because "normal life" isn't what we call it.
Sometimes I'd catch myself thinking I wasn't taking my eyes off him, looking at his body with impudence. Yes, he was handsome, even very much in demand, just like women. I confess that I also found him attractive and even thought about telling him that I liked him, but I couldn't do that.
-Everything will get better, G," he said, hugging me.
And in return, I just smiled, knowing that even if I did have problems, they were not as important now as the two of us thought about the beauty of the surrounding nature.
I was attracted to his serenity, but he was also a rebel. I don't know how to explain it correctly, but something inside him was burning so much that it was giving warmth to everything and everyone around him. I kept telling him the same thing almost every day:
"Frankie, it's gonna ruin you, you're taking on too much.
You don't need all this, take a break",
but he just grinned and took it on as if I were a fish in an aquarium.
Yes, he was often given a bonus for his "diligence". We had enough money to live together for a couple of months, but it wasn't worth so much effort. I just don't understand why he's trying so hard, because he can just rest, not try to help me.
It was the last Friday of the summer, and we went outside as usual. But instead of usually hugging me by the hand, he held me, and we stood there almost all the time until he had to pick up the phone and answer the phone. Usually, he never hides anything from me: he always tells me straight and doesn't lie to me, whatever question I ask him. Well, I thought so. And this time he went back to the apartment to talk, leaving me alone with his strange thoughts. When he came back, he smiled as if nothing had happened, took a mug with no more hot chocolate in both hands, and continued to watch, definitely dreaming of something.
Frank was always like this: if he had free time, he would either start working, or he would dream of doing so in his spare time. Sometimes he'd tell me what he was thinking, and sometimes he'd just look at the floor and leave. At these moments, I always wanted to hug him and listen to him, but he would just say, "It's okay" and go to his room.
- Do you think I should start dating someone? -He asked after a while
- I don't know, brother, it's your life and it's up to you to decide," I said quietly.
- Can you help me with my search?
- Me? Oh, I'm not sure I'm the best candidate for the role of a matchmaker," he said. -Okay, what kind of guys do you like?
-With colored hair and a love of coffee and comic books, he smiled, saying that, and put his eyes down
- Okay, I've got a couple of friends matching that description. Do you want their contacts? -I can't even believe I'm saying this.
- Yes, it would be nice, but there is one "but". His name should start with the letter D. - I frowned on my forehead, trying to remember someone, but nothing came to mind.
He snapped his fingers at me a couple of times
-I'm sorry, I tried to remember someone I know, but I don't think I can help you with that.
-Actually, you can. I'm talking about you, Jer," he smiled and walked towards me. -Do you mind?
Frank looked down for a moment at my lip level and looked me in the eye. That was the wildest rhythm my heart had ever broken. I licked my lips and got a little forward, but Frank obviously wanted to take control, and I didn't resist. He pressed me against the wall, holding my wrist with one hand and pulling my hips with the other, scorching my skin with hot breath.
And boom.
Fireworks, fanfare, everything.
We kissed.
Frank picked me up with both hands by my thighs so that I would cross my legs behind his back and, without tearing my kisses, he took me to his bedroom. And then something happened that I would never forget.
I woke up completely alone this morning. His stuff was nowhere but a couple of packs of money and a note on the fridge.
I've been trying hard for six months to find him, but it's all been unsuccessful.
I got a job, repainted myself in real color, stopped drinking and taking drugs and drinks, became "normal", got married and even had a daughter.
But no matter how hard I tried to hide from his memories, they would still come back.
And the only thing I have left of Frank Iero is a note signed:
"It's not mine, you were right, G."