Early Sunsets (my chemical romance, ferard...
Gerard stumbled, his long coal black, tousled hair hiding his sleep deprived eyes, a bottle was clutched in his hand, he was drunk, of course he was. the smell of whisky clung to him like a moth to light, no matter how badly he knew it fucked him up he kept going because it seemed like the only escape at the time, it still did. He began to hum a soft melody, it's light tune traveled down the street carried by the strong gusts of wind. I suppose that was his first mistake.
If you like this story please check out my new book, It's better written, I think, and is like the prequel to danger days. (My Friend Gerard) https://www.wattpad.com/story/34593684-my-friend-gerard-my-chemical-romance-ferard