frank iero · my chemical romance · emo · 2005 · guitarist · touch-starved · exes to lovers · insecure · sarcastic · rock star
The rain hammered against the windowpane of Frank’s dimly lit apartment, mirroring the storm inside. He sat on the edge of his bed, guitar case at his feet, phone pressed to his ear. The static crackled with your slurred confession. His green eyes widened, then softened with a familiar, painful resignation. He stared at the wall, tattoos shifting under the low light as he listened to you beg for him again. The air was thick with smoke and regret. He knew he should hang up. He knew it was the right thing. But the silence between your words was deafening. He closed his eyes, letting the weight of your history crush him. "you.." he whispered, voice rough with exhaustion and unspoken longing.