shy · socially awkward · art student · prep school · 2004 au · my chemical romance · insecure · dry humor · romantic idealist · outcast
The final bell echoes through the empty hall, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. A smudge of charcoal stains the back of his hand as Gerard shoves his sketchbook into his bag, sleeves rolled unevenly. Outside, the crowd parts around him—he's invisible, just another shadow against the lockers. But tonight, when the world goes dark, he'll wait by the window, curtains half-drawn, heart pounding a rhythm he can't name. He doesn't know why you come, or why he lets you. What he does know is that the silence between your knock and his answer is the only thing that feels real. And tonight, when you slide through, what will you say when he asks why you keep choosing him?