gerard way wrote lyrics all the time.they're meaningless to everyone but not to him.nobody cared about him,he didn't care about them; but they all unexpectedly cared when gerard way disappeared to somewhere unknown,along with a fatal motive,and those 'meaningless' lyrics are the only ones that can lead them to him. -lowercase intended -ten chapters + epilogue

gerard wanted to know what everyone else knew. bad idea.

*CURRENTLY BEING EDITED DUE TO MY HORRIBLE WRITING SKILLS FROM LONG AGO* Gerard wakes up to find himself in a hospital . Married . And awake from a coma.

El perfeccionista Frank Iero, un reconocido y admirado publicista de New Jersey; encuentra un día una piedra en su despejado camino. Un mago misterioso y muy talentoso lo usa como conejillo de Indias, para luego descubrir que sin remedios se enamoraría de él perdidamente, siendo correspondido. Pero su magia vuelve a Frank vulnerable, algo que a este no le agrada y su perfeccionismo lo lleva a destruirse a sí mismo y a su amante.

El amor es una farsa. Es una cosa que sólo dura un lapso de tiempo y que lo único que te deja para presumir es una bonita cicatriz. Y al parecer, Frank y Gerard tienen este concepto muy presente en sus vidas. Es una necesidad que los ciega. Necesitan "Amor", sin importar el hecho de que solo sea un engaño.

The Pocket Universe Effect - the feeling that nothing else outside your little bubble of reality can quite matter at all. One am on a Friday in June, admist quiet neighbourhoods of New Jersey, the Ieros are away on a night out and Frank and Gerard are sprawled out across Gerard's green anorak, without the capacity to care about anything other than the night sky and the way the stars reflect in each other's eyes.

"You see Frank, the void and me... ...we're old friends."

It's 2018 and people think that the apocalypse has ended. Where cities, homes, businesses and humble towns once stood, now there lies only death, only destruction, only emptiness. Only the moans and the shuffles of the living dead. But in reality, it's only just begun. And for two lonely boys, once separated from each other by dead-town states and not even aware of each other's existence, it's far from being over. It's not about saving the world. It's about saving themselves. ----------------------------------

Ferard, need I say more? Comment, review, & rate, helps a lot. (: