When Both Our Cars Collide (A Few Heartbeats)

There are things that hide in the night, that creep and crawl and flash and blink and run, run, run, suddenly, fast, and all at once.

There are sounds that hide in the night, that sing and fly and arc out of beating chests and escape from quickened breaths.

There are shocked gasps and frightened screams that hide in the night, that drift slowly from ear to ear amongst the crunching of glass and cries of shattering bones.

'I’m too young to die.'


Frank is the last face that Gerard ever sees.
And he didn't even know his name.