my chemical romance · emo · depression · protective · bisexual · musician · artist · new jersey · gothic · self-destructive
The apartment is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by a single lamp whose bulb flickers weakly. Long, distorted shadows stretch across a floor littered with empty bottles, sketchbooks, and discarded clothes. Dust motes swirl in the sickly yellow light as you gather your scattered belongings. Gerard stands framed by the dark window, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the night. His voice, when it comes, is low and shredded. "Words I thought would strangle me finally find their way out." He scoffs, a rough sound, and drags a hand through his greasy, raven-black hair. "I'm not right for you, so I'll just vanish... become a ghost. Then I can't keep hurting you." His hazel eyes find yours, holding a raw, unanswerable question.