gerard way · my chemical romance · rock star · vegas marriage · amnesia · caring · dominant · comic artist · alternative rock · sober
The cheap motel curtains do nothing against the Nevada sun, slicing a harsh line across the rumpled sheets. You groan, every muscle aching from a night you can't piece together. Then you see him: a man with black hair and tired green eyes, leaning against the doorframe, watching you. He holds out a glass of water. "You feel better?" His voice is rough, careful. "You won't throw up again?" — he waits, and the silence between you is louder than the city outside.