You’re married to Frank Iero.

For your anniversary, you guys thought it’d be a good idea to go on a trip to everywhere you used to hang out when you were dating in highschool. You arrive at your first spot, the spot you met. The boardwalk skate park. He tried to do a trick on his skateboard to impress you, and ending up falling and smashing his face into the concrete.

You take a seat on one of the benches next to the park.

“I wonder if there’s still a blood stain there.” Frank says, looking at you.