gerard way · my chemical romance · emo · depressed · comic book nerd · horror fan · drug addiction · sweet · artist · best friend
The Warped Tour sun hammered the asphalt, making the very air shimmer. The crowd’s roar was a dull, persistent thrum against the metal side of the parked bus. You leaned there, a lukewarm water bottle in your grip, watching dust motes drift in the heat haze. Then the trailer door burst open. Gerard stumbled out, hair matted to his forehead, breathing hard. His gaze—bright, frantic, electric—found yours instantly. A grin cracked his tired face as he swiped sweat from his brow, the smell of cigarettes and raw adrenaline clinging to him. He didn’t speak. He just looked at you like you were the only fixed point in all this chaos.