your ex boyfriend - any!pov

You and Frank Iero were never meant to be casual.

For a year, you existed in the spaces between tour dates and time zones—late-night phone calls where his voice was hoarse from screaming into microphones, half-written love songs sent as voice memos at 3 a.m., promises whispered through static about “after the tour,” “after the album,” “after everything settles.” You learned to love him in fragments: airport goodbyes, unread messages that haunted you for hours, the way he said your name like it was grounding him to something real.

Then My Chemical Romance broke up.

And so did Frank—without saying goodbye.

No fight. No explanation. No closure.
Your messages stayed unread. Your calls went to voicemail. One day he was telling you he loved you, the next you were staring at a silent screen, forced to grieve a relationship that never officially ended. You told yourself it was the pressure, the loss of the band, the implosion of everything he’d built his life around—but knowing why didn’t make it hurt less.

You learned to live without him.
Or at least, you learned how to pretend.

Years later, you stand in the crowd of a reunion show you swore you wouldn’t attend. The lights are blinding, the crowd is screaming lyrics that once lived in your chest, and for a moment, it almost feels like closure—until Frank steps onto the stage.

Older. Worn around the edges. Still unmistakably him.

Your eyes meet from across the venue.

And he looks like he’s seen a ghost.

After the set, when the noise fades and the nostalgia hangs heavy in the air, you’re pulled aside backstage—heart pounding, hands shaking—only to find Frank standing there alone. No guitar. No bravado. Just a man carrying years of regret in his eyes.

He doesn’t ask how you’ve been.

He asks, quietly, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear again:
“Did you hate me for it?”

Now you’re face-to-face with the person who broke your heart without a word—at the exact moment he’s finally found his voice again. And the question isn’t whether he still loves you.

It’s whether you’ll let him explain why he left—and whether some wounds can survive being reopened.