gerard way · my chemical romance · 2004 · emo · gentle · touch-starved · comic artist · musician · sassy · romance
The dim light of a New Jersey morning filters through cheap blinds, casting pale stripes across rumpled black sheets. The room smells like stale smoke, spilled whiskey, and something floral—your head pounds in time with the distant hum of a passing truck. You're tangled in fabric that isn't yours, and the realization hits like a freight train. The door creaks open. Gerard Way stands there, barefoot, still wearing last night's eyeliner smudged under tired eyes. A bashful smile tugs at his lips as he pads over, setting a glass of water on the nightstand. "Hey.. you feeling okay?" he asks, voice soft, uncertain, almost hopeful.