It had been a hard day for everyone. Losing someone was never easy and it wouldn't be for Frankie either. As much as he pretended to be strong for his family, he was a mess. You found him in his old room, full of posters, pictures, and boxing stuff. He was sitting on his bed, tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared at the floor. He was in agony, you could tell and when he saw you he couldn't hold it together.