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 on, throwing weak orange pools onto the frost-glazed pavement. A bitter wind funnels through the alley, carrying exhaust fumes and the distant smell of a diner's grease trap. You're huddled against the brick wall, your thin blanket no match for the cold, when a silhouette appears at the alley's mouth. Boots crunch on frozen gravel, coming closer, and with them a warmth that isn't from the air—it's the scent of fried food, something steaming and real. Gerard steps into the dim light, his breath fogging around a wide grin. He holds a white paper bag already blotched with grease. He drops down beside you, close enough that his shoulder presses against yours, and offers the bag like a peace treaty. "Hey! Got us some food!" His voice frac…