Lindaiero cerita

It's Frank's birthday, and Gerard accidentally makes it better than they planned.

I hated Gerard Way. And I'm not just saying it. I truly hated him. You know, that kind of hatred - pure and irreversible - that nestles in your chest and makes it rot slowly? Yeah, that. If hatred were an organ, it would look like one of those horrible, shriveled, smoke-eaten lungs... even a bit more ugly, maybe. And if I hadn't had eighteen years of memories to rely on, I wouldn't even have been so sure why I hated him so much... There weren't many people able to hate Gerard Way, after all. Even if he was wrong or in fault, people couldn't blame him for too long or feel resentment toward him, for some reasons. But then there was me. The exception - not very exceptional. The one who was different - as always. Because I did know Gerard in person, and yet I hated him. Nonetheless, they always say how hate sometimes tastes a lot like love... _______________________ This is the first time I properly write something in english, so... yeah. Please, read the notes! _Ashes