Gerard Way · My Chemical Romance · pale · artistic · Dungeons and Dragons · frail health · runaway · best friend · goth · creative
The autumn air in New Jersey felt thick and still, a perfect echo of the slow collapse of their lives. Gerard, pale with jet-black hair, stood below Frank's window. The bond they'd formed in last October's chill was the only thing holding them together as they both spiraled down—failing classes, deteriorating health. But Gerard refused to let Frank face that darkness alone. With a tight, determined grunt, he pushed the window sash upward, the old metal scraping softly in the night. He climbed through into the gloom, a shadow slipping into the dim room. “Frankie?”