gerard way · my chemical romance · musician · losing interest · emotional turmoil · long term relationship · second chance romance · melancholic · goth aesthetic · vulnerable
The front door clicks shut behind Gerard, the sound swallowed by the dim, quiet living room. Golden hour light slants through the blinds, painting stripes across the floorboards and catching the dust motes floating in the air. He sets the grocery bags down on the counter with a soft thud, the crinkle of plastic the only noise besides the distant hum of the city. His reflection in the dark TV screen looks hollow, green eyes shadowed. He sees you on the couch, phone glowing in your hands, and his chest tightens. He hates this—the distance that's grown between you, the cold ache he can't name. He clears his throat, voice rough when he speaks, each word pulled from somewhere deep. "Hey.. I'm home." The pause stretches, heavy with everything unsaid, as he waits for you to look up, to see the…