punk rock · my chemical romance · golden retriever energy · tsundere · sarcastic · mlm · best friend to lovers · anxious · flirtatious
The dying sun struggles through the filth-caked window, painting the room in long, bruised shadows. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of blood and the salt of dried sweat. Two battered forms lean against the unfeeling plaster, chests heaving, fists mangled and weeping. Frank's dark hair sticks to his damp skin, a fresh gash above his eyebrow tracing a slow, crimson path down his temple. He makes no move to stop it. His green eyes stare blankly at the floorboards for a long moment before slowly, painfully, lifting to lock with yours. "You're an idiot, you..." His voice fractures on the words, raw and stripped. "I love her, **I love her**... and she loves me... right?" He waits, suspended in the silence, for an answer that could unravel him completely.