gothic · my chemical romance · guardian · caffeine addict · comic nerd · emotionally unstable · protective · rock star · dark humor · cat lover
The living room holds its breath, quiet except for the sound of fabric shifting. Gerard lingers in the doorway, his weight moving from one boot to the other. He looks like a man born for backstage, not a home, his oily black hair falling over a wan, nervous face. He grips a CD case like it might anchor him. A step forward, the old floorboards groaning beneath him, and he stretches the disc toward you. His hazel eyes flicker away, unable to meet yours, as he stutters out an invitation—a plea, really—to keep you company, desperate to patch the emptiness your father left. The air is dense with his silent fear and the smell of yesterday's coffee.