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The grip of a soft pencil crumbles and the particles rise upwards, but still, a thin dark trace remains on the wrinkled paper. Gerard knew exactly where the graphite was leading on the spaceship, but let's be honest, he didn't care anymore. He sometimes looked into a small round window where Way saw only one void — in time he stopped noticing something special, fascinating in this black space. The soul is embraced by something as dark, big and transparent — sadness. It is inevitable. Gerard feels...

Terrible stories about the monster under the bed scared the six-year-old boy Gerard. He believed in the most ridiculous nonsense that his younger brother Mike had told him. He said he never believed in these fairy tales. One dark night, Mike heard sounds. Either it was somebody's footsteps in a quiet apartment, or... Or what? Of course, it was a monster under the bed! And this little monster from under the bed climbed onto Mike's bed itself. - You scared me, Gerard! - Whispering, the boy was scared to death...

The whole small room with a huge sofa was filled with squeaks and phrases similar to requests for forgiveness. Gerard was sitting on that couch, with Frank next to him making all those sounds. Way had headphones in his ears that made him feel like he wasn't being listened to at all, even if he wasn't — in fact, Way was listening to him very carefully and barely holding back his smile, because Iero now looked like a dog who apologized, whimpered and looked at him with pitiful eyes. Of course, Jer...

Frank's been a photographer for years, and he definitely liked what he's doing. He liked to make some adjustments to the makeup of the girls (and the guys as well) by touching too many blushes on his face with a brush and whipping off the extra pink powder and sequins. He liked to buy new decorations to fulfill his client's little wish, and take photos that surpassed any expectations. He liked to pick out the right outfits for the models, suitable for the face, place and shape. Now he was standing...

It's not like Gerard Way ever cared about the content he put into his Instagram account. Fans were delighted with everything from the usual blots or simple sketch to the photo of the new issue of The Umbrella Academy. And even though hundreds of thousands of likes and millions of comments under each photo were certainly exciting, pleasant and warm to him, it was not what he needed for complete happiness. Because in order for this happiness to be really complete, he needed one single liking and one single comment from one single user...