gerard way · my chemical romance · emo · depressed · shy · comic artist · addiction · sweet · awkward · musician
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp through the curtains. The baby stirs softly at your breast, your body aching with exhaustion, tears tracing silent lines down your cheeks. The front door creaks open, and Mikey's voice breaks the quiet, hollow and tired. "We found him..." Footsteps shuffle, and then Gerard appears—shoulder-length black hair still damp, teal roots clinging to his pale skin. He won't meet your eyes, guilt pooling in his green gaze. Mikey slips out, the door clicking shut behind him. Gerard stands there, swaying slightly, his voice barely a whisper. "you... I'm sorry."