A black starry sky stretches over the sleeping city. It seemed as if another breath, another sip from the bottle, would take both of them away. She'll just eat it alive, without the "who you really are"? Especially teenagers. Especially at night. Especially sitting on the edge of the skyscraper.
- "Look, over there," - Frank pointed out somewhere far away, where the night was no longer so calm and pithy: a lot of lights were moving at an increasing rate in our direction, and sirens to the pain of familiar cars pierced its loudness all the beauty of calm.
The feeling was irretrievably lost, and I had not yet entered the taste of sweet dreams.
- "Wow, Mom found our notes pretty quickly," I said with undisguised surprise in my voice.
- "It's funny how they try to control us all the time. What's interesting is that they really think they're winning. Weirdos!" - the guy laughed neither at the prisoner's own conclusion, nor at the amount of alcohol he drank - it's hard to understand.
Suddenly Frankie hugged me so much that I swore I'd heard a crunch of my own bones.
- How lucky I am to meet you, Gerard," he whispered, "God, so lucky."
I hugged him carefully in return. The smell of alcohol mixed with his own to make me feel more stupefied than ever before.
- We won, Frankie. We showed them. They all did. We all did, didn't we?
- Oh, yes, this revolution will be remembered for a long time to come.
- Why couldn't anyone just accept that we loved each other? Why did it have to happen like this? - I was ready to cry on his warm shoulder.
- Everything is fine now, do you hear me? - My beloved hands, which had no room for life because of the cuts made on top of the old ones, which had not yet healed to the end, raised my face. - I'm with you. And as long as we are together, everything will be fine. Do you hear me?
I nodded hastily, but a few tears of treachery slipped out of my eyes.
- "And, yet I still can't believe we're going to do this. That it would end up like this" - I tried my best to keep my cool, I didn't want to be weak in front of him.
As much as I wanted to, Frank felt my fear. And unfortunately or fortunately, I felt his fear too. It took so long to form that I wasn't surprised at it. No matter how far away we were, no matter where we were, we felt each other's emotions, we felt this endless attraction. We felt each other.
- Quiet, quiet - it is not clear who he calmed down: himself or me. - Everything will be fine. We've come all this way, we can't just stop like that. You will kill him - I knew what he was talking about. He is a small sprout of revolution. We raised him ourselves, gradually feeding him with bold ideas and actions.
- So, enough damn tenderness - having listened to my own sobbing and Frank's trembling, soothing voice - I made the only right decision: to go ahead, knot down all the restraints and break all the rules, as we had done before. - I just want to do a couple of things before I'm done," I giggled cunningly, keeping the guy's wary glance away from me a little to see the picture unfolding in all the colors.
Grabbing an under-sweatted bottle of gin stolen from the uncle's warehouse, I pulled out my hand and pointed at one of the cops' cars. Almost all the cars we hated had already arrived at the skyscraper, and the people screaming downstairs were trying to influence us.
Fools, they don't know what we can do.
With a good aim, I threw the bottle down. And after a moment... Oh, yes! Right at the target. When I laughed funny, I turned to Frank.
From the outside, my laughter was like a cross between a little girl's squeaky little squeak and a man's hysterical laughter. Another part of me that I hated.
In that mood, the guy sitting next to me spit down and fell right on the head of one of the cops. The latter looked so confused that it caused a new laughingstock.
- Look how fast they started to move," Frank pointed down, laughing tears wiped out. - Uh, they don't know yet that the elevator is broken, and all the stairs and passages are blocked.
- We fooled them again, didn't we? - With a funny smile, I turned to the guy.
I saw Frank's face sparkling with joy as a counterbalance to all the horror that was unfolding behind our backs, the dazzling smile on his face, the dimples that had grown on his bangs, giving his face a new shade of beauty. How could this miracle of nature hate itself? I can't get it right in my head.
And he turned to me as if he had found out about my thoughts.
- I love you, Gerard Arthur Way. With all my black soul.
- And I love you, Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Jr. I could die, but my love for you is never.
We've already heard the quick stomping of cops up the stairs behind us. When we got together, we got up. Standing on the edge of the skyscraper above the world, we felt completely free. Only now. Only for this moment. The next time we flew from this skyscraper, holding hands and remembering to kiss for the last time.
- We won, Frankie. Even if only now, but this victory is ours.