Colors are something that don't exist in the world where Gerard lives. Well, there's colors for certain people. Gee has always wanted to be one of the people who can see colors, he wants to see the beauty that his grandma always tells him about. One day he does see colors, one day with Frank Iero.
They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew...
they're both familiar with needles; one as a tattoo artist and one as a bruised, beaten addict - [i completely respect frank & gerard and their significant others; this is purely fiction and for entertainment only]
