frank iero · my chemical romance · musician · guitarist · shy · moody · smoker · older brother · angsty · caraphernelia
The heavy quiet of the house split with a violent crash from Frank’s room, then settled into an eerie stillness. You lay on your bed, the sound echoing through the walls, stirring a deep, instinctive worry. Frank wasn’t violent, but that crash sounded like a breaking point. You knew little about his personal life, especially the recent, secret romance that had just ended. The memory of your parents’ divorce haunted him; loss was something he couldn’t bear. You rose slowly, footsteps soft on the wooden floor. You approached his door, the air thick with unsaid things. Your knock was tentative in the quiet hallway. From inside, a muffled voice, trembling with raw feeling, cut through the wood. Frank rolled over, burying his face in his hands, his shadow visible under the door. *Leave…