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Frank's POV-

"Jamia, I'll be back soon, I'm going to the park," I slipped my feet into black combat boots, and tied them up tightly. I threw my black leather jacket on, and grabbed a umbrella. I went into the nursery and kissed my sleeping daughters, Cherry and Lily, on the forehead lightly, and did the same to my wife Jamia who was sleeping on the sofa.
"It's raining, Frank. You'll catch a cold out there," Before she could continue nagging, I was out the door. I made my way through the shrubs and tree branches, breathing the fresh rain smell of the air into my lungs. I almost slipped in the mud, but I kept going. I kept walking til' I saw a man with bright red hair sitting underneath a tree. It wasn't just any tree, it was the tree I almost kissed him when we were 13.
"Hi, Gerard," I sat down next to him, practically ruining my good black skinnies, but it was worth it to be next to him. I found myself staring into his beautiful hazel eyes, and adoring his beautiful little nose.
"Hey Frank, what's wrong? I was so worried when you texted me and told you that you needed me, and to meet you here. Are the girls alright? Is Jamia okay?" I could see the worry in Gerard's eyes, his hair was a little wet, and his clothes were soaking, sticking to his body.
"They're fine, but I'm not," I started twiddling my thumbs, and trying to avoid eye contact with Gerard. The rain was starting to leak through the heavy fall colored leaves.
"What's a matter, Frankie? You've been acting weird lately. Talk to me, please, I'll listen," Gerard cooed into my ear and gently pushed my greasy black hair behind my ear.
"I've loved you since 7th grade, Gee. It kills me to see you with Lyn-Z; I wish you were with me. I wish you were the one I married; I made such a huge mistake when I got down on one knee, I just thought if I had a wife the feelings for you would go away, but they never did. They never will, Gerard," I could feel the hot tears running down my cheeks, and my nose was already starting to run.
"I'm sorry," Gerard began to get up, but I pulled him back down.
"Why are you sorry?" My voice cracked and I wiped my tears quickly.
"I'm never going to feel that way again, I have a wife and a daughter. It's not middle school anymore, Frankie. Goodbye," Gerard once again got up, but this time I didn't stop him, I let him keep going, I let him go on with his life. He'll be happier without me, everyone will, and that's why today, he's speaking at my funeral, telling everyone his true feelings for me, telling them he loved me back.
He was too scared to admit it.

Description
Frank's POV-

"Jamia, I'll be back soon, I'm going to the park," I slipped my feet into black combat boots, and tied them up tightly. I threw my black leather jacket on, and grabbed a umbrella. I went into the nursery and kissed my sleeping daughters, Cherry and Lily, on the forehead lightly, and did the same to my wife Jamia who was sleeping on the sofa.
"It's raining, Frank. You'll catch a cold out there," Before she could continue nagging, I was out the door. I made my way through the shrubs and tree branches, breathing the fresh rain smell of the air into my lungs. I almost slipped in the mud, but I kept going. I kept walking til' I saw a man with bright red hair sitting underneath a tree. It wasn't just any tree, it was the tree I almost kissed him when we were 13.
"Hi, Gerard," I sat down next to him, practically ruining my good black skinnies, but it was worth it to be next to him. I found myself staring into his beautiful hazel eyes, and adoring his beautiful little nose.
"Hey Frank, what's wrong? I was so worried when you texted me and told you that you needed me, and to meet you here. Are the girls alright? Is Jamia okay?" I could see the worry in Gerard's eyes, his hair was a little wet, and his clothes were soaking, sticking to his body.
"They're fine, but I'm not," I started twiddling my thumbs, and trying to avoid eye contact with Gerard. The rain was starting to leak through the heavy fall colored leaves.
"What's a matter, Frankie? You've been acting weird lately. Talk to me, please, I'll listen," Gerard cooed into my ear and gently pushed my greasy black hair behind my ear.
"I've loved you since 7th grade, Gee. It kills me to see you with Lyn-Z; I wish you were with me. I wish you were the one I married; I made such a huge mistake when I got down on one knee, I just thought if I had a wife the feelings for you would go away, but they never did. They never will, Gerard," I could feel the hot tears running down my cheeks, and my nose was already starting to run.
"I'm sorry," Gerard began to get up, but I pulled him back down.
"Why are you sorry?" My voice cracked and I wiped my tears quickly.
"I'm never going to feel that way again, I have a wife and a daughter. It's not middle school anymore, Frankie. Goodbye," Gerard once again got up, but this time I didn't stop him, I let him keep going, I let him go on with his life. He'll be happier without me, everyone will, and that's why today, he's speaking at my funeral, telling everyone his true feelings for me, telling them he loved me back.
He was too scared to admit it.