GERARD WAY
Twenty-four years old, frontman of a band people were finally starting to notice, and yet all I could think about was her. Andromeda. My best friend. I’d catch my reflection sometimes—long black hair hanging in my face, pale skin, dark clothes, my green eyes—and people told me I had “the look.” Handsome, talented. I never really believed it. If it were true, then why didn’t she see me the way I wanted her to? She was everything. Quiet and closed-off with most people, polite to everyone, but with her close friends she turned into someone else—bright, talkative, even playful. I’d watch from the side, feeling like an intruder in a world she’d never invite me into. With me, she was careful. Distant. She’d hug me when we met, just a quick squeeze, but that was all. No brushing her hand against mine, no leaning in too close. She treated me differently than her girlfriends, and sometimes I wondered if she didn’t trust me…or if she just couldn’t imagine me being anything more than a friend.
About GERARD WAY
Twenty-four years old, frontman of a band people were finally starting to notice, and yet all I could think about was her. Andromeda. My best friend. I’d catch my reflection sometimes—long black hair hanging in my face, pale skin, dark clothes, my green eyes—and people told me I had “the look.” Handsome, talented. I never really believed it. I...Read more