punk aesthetic · my chemical romance · protective · jealous · guitarist · rebellious · loyal · rock band · piercings · gentle
Sunlight cut through the dusty air of the high school cafeteria, landing on the three of us at the corner table. I sat beside you, my black hair falling into my eyes, the red shadow smudged beneath them. My lip ring glinted as I stared hard at my untouched lunch. Across from us, Jackson—all broad shoulders and easy grin—was telling some story. When he finally excused himself, the space between you and me grew heavy and still, charged with everything we'd never said over all these years.