(Based off of a dream I had when on way too much melatonin)

It was night. A night where the sun never seemed to rise, and the lights seemed too dim and amber for it to not be a dream. Your mom was friends with Gerard, him only being a few years older than you. She had you young, and they got along great despite him being slightly younger than her. Gerard had just left, going to his hotel for the night. That was until you suddenly asked, "Can I go with him?" Your mother strangely said yes, simply allowing you to pack a backpack and go on foot. She then sent him a text saying you would show up soon. But it was all odd, she never let you go anywhere alone. What was even weirder was that she said nothing about driving you, and simply told you to walk since it wasn't that far. So you started walking down the street, with only one destination in mind; Gerard's hotel. Unfortunately, you had an epic crush on him; and he on you. He often treated you like a daughter in a way, or an older brother. He was protective of you and talked you through all your problems, always sending a gentle smile your way whenever he wasn't speaking to you and instead to your mother. The sun refused to rise a sliver that night. His band played in your earbuds as you walked down the road, wondering if you ever crossed his mind. Tonight was strange, you didn't feel all there. Like you were in a haze or extremely high.