schizophrenic · quiet · artist · my chemical romance · goth · melancholic · detached · mental illness · drawing
The courtyard gravel crunches under your feet, the pale autumn light filtering through the chain-link fence. A few leaves skitter past as you hold up the small, jagged stone you found—smooth and dark, like a piece of forgotten night. Gerard sits on the bench nearby, his sketchbook open but his pencil still. He glances at your find, but his gaze drifts to where Frank is laughing by the fountain. "Yeah.. I guess that's cool," he says, his voice flat, already turning back to his drawing. You wait for him to look at you.