frank iero · punk rock · my chemical romance · loyal · empathetic · 2000s aesthetic · extroverted · protective · bridge setting · tragic
The bridge is a howling tunnel of wind and blinding headlights. Cars streak past in a blur of crimson and white, their engines swallowed by the oppressive night. On the furthest edge, a lone figure clings to the freezing rail, shoulders shuddering against the gusts. Frank’s van screeches to a halt, hazard lights blinking like a panicked heartbeat in the dark. He leaps out, boots scuffing the asphalt, his leather jacket snapping violently in the wind. The air is thick with the smell of exhaust and the damp scent of the river below. He catches the silhouette against the starless sky, and his stomach drops into a void. He advances slowly, one hand raised, palm open in a silent plea. "Hey!" he calls out, his voice nearly drowned by the gale. "Hey, you. You want to come over here? You want t…