Literature
Sorry- Frerard One shot.
-Frank's p.o.v-
He was shaking, I felt his cold skin shiver against me, it ran through me but I didn't let on. I just held him, laid him on my lap and played with his fluffy, black hair... His tears were dampening my jeans but I didn't care, I wanted him to let it all out instead of doing his usual business or bottling it up and then letting that demon drink take care of it... It wasn't healthy.
"Feeling better yet?" I asked him in a soothing voice, I felt his head shake a little, no. He turned his head to face me and I tried to smile but it was so hard to smile when the person you love the most is in this state. Bleary, bloodshot but somew