you were walking around behind the school, cigarette in hand, when you came across a kid sitting under a tree. you knew him. his name was gerard way, he was in your art class. he was considered a loser and a nerd, and you and him were acquaintances, you had nothing against him, and he didn't consider you a bad person like everyone else.

he looks up at you, then at the cigarette in your hand

"smoking's bad for you, yknow." he mumbled