Frerard Fanfiction - Since I'm Horrible With Goodbyes

Prologue

The alleyway, of which many walked down every day, was always filled with mystery. Whether it be the sudden rustling of leaves or the flickering of lights across the simple cobble floor, there was always a reason to not be lost in thought down that alleyway. That's how it went for everyone who walked the path alone. They would be lost in thought, as people usually are, then a sudden noise would scare them from whatever they were thinking. In some cases this didn't matter, it was just a thought that would have been forgotten as soon as something more important crossed their minds. In other cases their thoughts would have been important, a breakthrough wasted away or something that 'couldn't wait until later' replaced by fear. Sometimes the thoughts would have been ones that people originally thought where important but it turned out that the sudden fear was better, possibly even needed. It isn't very often that fear is important or needed. But when walking down that alleyway, the one that made you think, about anything and everything, fear was very much needed, to protect us from what we are thinking. To protect us from the past and the present. To hide us from the future.

This particular alleyway, although there's sure to be many like it, was placed in a small town, in New Jersey. It lead to a group of houses, all consisting of beautiful, big gardens with patios and fire places. Each house was decorated inside and out with glorious paintings and sculptures. This side of the alleyway is where those who have done there thinking go. Where people who have made money go to live in their beautiful houses. The other side of the alleyway was where those who had thinking to do go. Where the people who have made mistakes or have had mistakes made for them go. There were no gardens with patios and fireplaces. To have a garden you first need a house and very few of the homeless have houses. The alleyway was the splitting point of the two societies. Of course both went down the alleyway, you couldn't avoid it, but it was usually just a matter of walking with your head down, quickly. Both sides were scared of the other, the homeless scared to be spit on and abused by the rich and, alternatively, the rich were scared to be robbed or hurt by the homeless.

The continuous fear from both types of people in the small town in New Jersey is why Frank Iero and Gerard Way where both 19 when they meet, despite being neighbours for just as long.