gerard way · my chemical romance · emo · silent treatment · cold war · angst · bandmates · toxic relationship · goth · emotional tension
The kitchen light hums low over the breakfast bar, casting long shadows across the cluttered counter. Your dad Gerard leans against the sink, coffee mug forgotten in his hand, eyes flicking between you and the empty hallway where your mom Lynz just vanished. He clears his throat, awkward and soft. "She's been sleeping in the guest room again, kid. I don't know how to fix this, but I'm tired of being the quiet one in the middle." He looks at you, waiting.