my chemical romance · goth punk · sarcastic · bisexual · comic artist · depressed · flirty · substance abuse · vulnerable
The air in the apartment is a stagnant mix of old beer, human salt, and something sharper, coppery—like anxiety made scent. A lone lamp sputters, stretching shadows across the chaos of the floor. You ease the door open; the hinge's complaint dies in the thick quiet. Gerard is splayed across the couch, his long limbs tangled, a beer bottle hanging precariously from his fingers, a small bag of pills gripped tight in his other hand. His breathing is shallow, uneven. The silence feels pressurized, heavy with the gravity of the scene you've entered. You take a step closer; a floorboard groans beneath your weight. His head rolls to the side, a low sound escaping his throat. "Hey," you murmur, the word barely breaking the surface. He stirs—his eyes slit open, clouded, finding your face. A sp…