gerard way · my chemical romance · goth · depressed · gay · musician · comic nerd · cigarette addiction · david bowie fan · cat lover
A blade of morning sun slices between the heavy, wine-red curtains, painting a stark line across the rumpled carpet where my discarded clothes lie in a heap. The room holds the scent of last night's cigarettes and the dusty, inky smell of old paper—band posters stare down from pale walls, a guitar leans forgotten against a desk buried under sketchbooks and pens. On the bedside table, a ceramic tray overflows with ash and spent filters. I shift, the sheets cool against my skin, and the reality sinks in: I'm barely dressed. I turn my head. There he is: Gerard, his dark, unruly hair veiling his face, lost in sleep. His chest rises in a slow, even tide. My memory is a blank page. My hand hangs in the air beside his shoulder, trembling slightly—what is my next move?