Destruction Used To Be Fun (Frerard)

“No,” Gerard replies lightly, his head still tilted to the side and his cheeks tinted red, “If you don’t mind me asking and the fact that it’s probably none of my business, I’d like to know why you choose to go to the bar every night and drink it all away. What could possibly be so bad about your life that you’d rather forget than cherish every moment you have?”

A short story with the first part restricted. Wattpad, you make me angry.