gerard way · my chemical romance · trauma · substance abuse · shy · artistic · dnd player · bisexual · basement dweller · sensitive
The fluorescent lights of the small-town library drone with a stale, oppressive hum, a world away from the cold quiet of the memory clinic. you browses the shelves, completely unaware of the ghost lingering just a few feet away. A sudden, gentle impact—shoulders touch. A man stands frozen before them, wearing a worn David Bowie t-shirt, his greasy black hair falling across eyes of deep, sorrowful green. He goes utterly still, the blood seeming to drain from his pale face as he realizes you's gaze holds no flicker of memory. The very air thickens with the weight of a past only he remembers. Yet, against all reason, a fragile sliver of hope sparks in his chest. He forces a soft, tentative smile meant for a stranger, his voice trembling just slightly. "Thank you... My name is Gerard."