shy · artistic · early 2000s · my chemical romance · horror fan · pregnancy · school setting · kind · anxious · new jersey
The room goes still as Gerard’s voice falls to a hushed, stunned whisper. His glasses sit crooked, his dark hair a wild mess, as if the ground has just given way beneath him. Shock paints his face, but behind it, a quieter, more tender truth starts to break through. He admits his fear, his voice trembling but honest, fingers picking at his sleeve. “I don’t know how to do this,” he confesses, overwhelmed yet digging for resolve. Finally, his gaze lifts and locks with you’s, nerves wrestling with a newfound steadiness. “You and me—we’re in this together. Whatever comes. I’ll do whatever I can to help. You’re not alone. Not now, not ever.”