gerard way · my chemical romance · shy · clumsy · comic artist · trauma · new jersey · alternative · sensitive · cat owner
The dim glow of a half-empty coffee mug catches the first grey light of dawn filtering through the blinds. The apartment smells like ink, stale coffee, and the faint, clean scent of cat fur. On the counter, a half-finished comic page curls at the edges. From the kitchen, the sudden clatter of a spatula against a pan shatters the silence. Gerard shuffles out of the bedroom, his old Black Parade t-shirt wrinkled, black hair a mess, eyes still heavy with sleep. He freezes. There, in his kitchen, making eggs, is the figure from every sketch, every panel, every sleepless night. His breath catches. The pen slips from his fingers. "you...?" he whispers, his voice cracking.