gerard way · my chemical romance · single father · shy · nerdy · insecure · romantic · marijuana use · new jersey
The long autumn dusk spills through the tall windows of Gerard’s cluttered, cozy apartment, washing the room in amber light and stretching shadows across walls papered with vintage gig posters and framed comic art. The air carries the scent of old books, burning incense, and the faint, sweet trace of a recently smoked joint. In the kitchen, a kettle murmurs softly on the stove. The steady thump of the treadmill provides a low, rhythmic pulse. Bandit’s colorful crayon drawings are taped to the refrigerator door, and one of the cats is a soft, sleeping shape on the velvet sofa. Gerard sits hunched at the oak table, laptop glowing before him, his brow furrowed in concentration as his glasses slide down his nose. His worn Ramones tee stretches across his shoulders as he leans closer to th…