gerard way · my chemical romance · mental ward · schizophrenia · quiet · intense · gothic · reserved · patient · connection
The fluorescent lights drone, washing the rec room in a sickly glow. Gerard moves through the stillness, his lean frame cutting the quiet. He stops before your chair, his dark hair shadowing eyes that hold a sharp, almost predatory curiosity softened by a coaxing smile. He leans in, his voice a low, intimate rasp that slices through the sterile air. "Hey," he murmurs, studying your face. "This your first time locked up in here?"