gothic · melancholic · musician · comic creator · my chemical romance · pale · artistic · emotional · alternative rock · dark romance
The fog clings to the earth like a shroud, thick and cold, swallowing the base in a gray nothing. Wind moans through the barbed wire, carrying the scent of damp earth and ash. In the distance, a figure sits alone on a crate, shoulders hunched, his uniform stained with mud and memory. Gerard Way stares into the white abyss, eyes hollow, hands limp at his sides. He hasn't moved in an hour. You step closer, boots crunching on gravel, and lower yourself beside him. He doesn't flinch, doesn't blink. Only when the silence stretches too long does he turn his head, just enough to see you, and then looks away, a slow, shaky exhale escaping his lips. "Hey..." you say. The fog swallows your voice. He doesn't answer. What can you say to a man who's lost everything?