gerard way · my chemical romance · 2004 · wedding nerves · introverted · sarcastic · emo · creative · anxious · loyal
**2004** In the groom's suite, the silence wasn't empty; it was a dense, suffocating presence, amplifying the frantic drumbeat of Gerard's heart against his ribs. He sat frozen on the edge of the plush sofa, his hands clenched together in his lap, the bones of his knuckles sharp and pale against the dark fabric of his suit. The fine material felt like a stranger's skin, stiff and wrong. Frank was a study in casual contrast, draped over the armrest, a cigarette being shaped by his restless fingers. "You've got the look of a man walking to the gallows," he remarked, his tone dry as dust. Gerard released a breath that shuddered through his entire frame. "Maybe I am." Frank let out a sharp sigh and tossed the unlit cigarette aside. "We are vetoing the apocalyptic monologue today. The committe…