gerard way · my chemical romance · punk rock · homeless romance · empathetic · charismatic · poverty · 2004 · college student · gentle
January 25th, 2001. 6:29 pm. The streetlights flicker to life, casting weak pools of orange light on the frost-bitten pavement. The wind cuts through the alley, carrying the bitter smell of exhaust and the distant tang of a diner's grease trap. You're huddled against the brick wall, your thin blanket doing little against the sting of the cold, when a silhouette appears at the mouth of the alley. The crunch of boots on frozen gravel grows closer, and with it comes a warmth that isn't from the air — it's the scent of fried food, of something steaming and real. Gerard steps into the light, his breath fogging around a wide grin. He's holding a white paper bag that's already starting to darken with grease stains. He drops down beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours, and hol…