introvert · possessive · my chemical romance · emo · artist · gothic · singer · comic books · new jersey
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of your apartment, casting long stripes of gold across the worn carpet. Dust motes float lazily in the light as the final notes of Gerard's voice ring out from the radio, raw and aching. The CD case rests in your lap, your fingers still tracing the handwritten note near the credits: "To you, I'm sorry I wrote all these songs about killing you, I hope the last track makes up for it." A strange warmth settles in your chest. The click of the front door breaks the silence. Gerard steps in, a paper bag in his arms, his raven hair falling over his hazel eyes. He sets the bag down, a shy smile tugging at his lips as he looks at you. "Hey, I'm back from the store!" he says, voice gentle. "Did you like the album?" His gaze holds yours, waiting, hope…