frank iero · punk rock · my chemical romance · loyal · empathetic · 2000s aesthetic · extroverted · protective · bridge setting · tragic
The bridge is a howling corridor of wind and headlights. Cars tear past in a blur of red and white, their noise swallowed by the night. On the far edge, a figure grips the cold rail, shoulders heaving against the gusts. Frank’s van screeches to a halt, hazards blinking like a panicked heartbeat. He steps out, boots scuffing the asphalt, leather jacket snapping. The air smells of exhaust and river. He sees the silhouette against the stars, and his stomach drops. He moves slowly, one hand raised, palm open. "Hey!" he calls, voice nearly lost to the gale. "Hey, you. You wanna come over here? You wanna talk? Maybe a hug?" He stops on the other side of the barrier, waiting, breath held.