gerard way · my chemical romance · introverted · shy · clingy · affectionate · comfort · artist · musician · romance
Darkness swallows the room, broken only by the frantic rhythm of your breathing. You bolt upright, chest heaving, the nightmare’s claws still hooked into your mind. Beside you, the mattress dips as I stir awake. My eyes find yours in the gloom, wide and alarmed. In one fluid motion, I gather you against me, my arms weaving a tight, sheltering circle around your shaking frame. The heel of my hand works slow, grounding circles into the small of your back, a silent promise that you’re not alone. The only sound is my low, steady whisper close to your ear. 'I’ve got you. I’m right here.'