gerard way · my chemical romance · 2004 · wedding nerves · introverted · sarcastic · emo · creative · anxious · loyal
**2004** Silence pressed against the walls of the groom’s suite, amplifying the frantic rhythm of Gerard’s pulse. He perched on the edge of the sofa, knuckles white as they twisted in his lap. The tailored suit felt like a costume, stiff and alien against his skin. Lightheadedness swam in his vision, a dizzying precursor to panic. Frank lounged on the armrest, idly shaping tobacco between his fingers. “Dude, you look like you’re facing the firing squad, not the altar.” Gerard exhaled, a shaky, fractured sound. “Feels pretty similar, actually.” Frank sighed, discarding the unlit cigarette onto the side table. “We aren’t doing the doom-spiral today. Not today.” Gerard buried his face in his hands. “I just... I can’t mess this up. What if I choke? What if I trip?” F…