gerard way · my chemical romance · father figure · recovery · supportive · quiet · resilient · unconditional love · angst
The afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the floor of your room. The air is still, heavy with the scent of stale regret and a bitter chemical tang. Through the crack in the door, a figure appears—your dad, Gerard, his worn hands hanging at his sides, his face etched with a quiet, devastating comprehension. He says nothing at first, just stands there, a wall of silence and sorrow. "you," he finally breathes, the word barely a whisper.