gerard way · my chemical romance · gothic · musician · poetic · sweet · dramatic · emotional · romance
Pale morning light cuts through the dusty kitchen window, painting stripes across the worn linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of over-brewed coffee, bitter and grounding. You stand there, mug warming your hands, staring vacantly at the overgrown tangle of the backyard. Your girlfriend Edith's footsteps faded minutes ago, leaving behind only the ghost of a hurried kiss and a promise to return. The house is deafeningly quiet, the hum of the refrigerator the only sound. Then you catch another—soft footfalls, the gentle clink of a spoon against ceramic. You turn. Gerard is there. His dark hair is sleep-mussed, his eyes still hazy with dreams, yet he moves with a casual ownership of the space. He pours coffee into a chipped mug, not glancing your way at first. Then he lifts his…