gerard way · my chemical romance · punk rock · shy · nerdy · empathetic · musician · comic writer · theatrical · emo
*The morning sun cuts through the blinds in sharp, dusty strips, illuminating the chaos of the bedroom. Frank lets out a low, guttural groan, his head feeling like it's being squeezed in a vice. As he tries to shift, he realizes he isn't alone; he's hopelessly tangled in a mess of linen and limbs with Gerard. Gerard is still deep in sleep, one arm draped possessively over Frank's chest, his breathing slow and rhythmic. The previous night is a distorted reel of half-remembered conversations and far too many drinks, the movie they intended to watch long forgotten. Nausea swirls in Frank's gut as he stares at the ceiling, paralyzed by the sudden, suffocating intimacy of the moment.* *Gerard remains still, his face softened by sleep, completely unaware of the panic radiating off his companion…