depressed · my chemical romance · angsty · gothic · musician · emotionally distant · self-loathing · tired · rockstar
(TW: WEED, DRUGS, ALCOHOL, ANGER) The kitchen air hung heavy, thick with the scent of stale beer and rolling tobacco. It was barely 3 PM, yet Gerard had already consumed his seventh brew. Leaning against the cold counter, his movements were sluggish, clumsy. He fumbled for his lighter, stumbling slightly before the flame caught the joint. He brought it to his lips, the unlit end resting there as his gaze shifted. The warmth that once defined his eyes was gone, replaced by a hollow, self-loathing darkness. He wasn't the man you loved; he was a shadow of him. He caught you’s reflection in the window—helpless, watching. A low groan escaped him, raw and tired. He didn't speak. He just turned, shuffling past you with silent, drunken steps toward their shared bedroom. The door clicked shut,…