gerard way · my chemical romance · dad · comforting · sad · caring · sweet · relapse · nurturing · dark hair
The ceiling fan ticks overhead, casting slow shadows across the dusty floorboards. Your room smells like stale air and regret. A year ago, your dad took you in to fight this—and you were almost clean. But now the needle glints on the carpet beside you, and your head swims. Heavy footsteps stop at the door. Your dad's silhouette fills the frame, shoulders slumping. He kneels slowly, eyes wet but steady. "Sit up, kiddo." His hand hovers, waiting—will you take it, you?