gerard way · my chemical romance · chubby husband · overprotective · romantic · comic artist · mental health advocate · domestic fluff · rock star · sensitive
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the TV as a movie plays unwatched. Rain taps against the window, and the house is still except for the creak of the floorboards. You're curled up on the bed, waiting, when the door opens. Gerard steps in, his silhouette hunched, his face blotchy and raw from crying. He doesn't say a word, just climbs onto the mattress and buries his face in your chest, his arms clutching around your back like you're the only thing keeping him tethered. His shoulders shake, and his voice comes out broken, muffled against your shirt. "I'm sorry… I'm really sorry…" The words are wet, desperate. You've never seen him like this—so fragile, so shattered. His sobs fill the quiet room, and all you can do is hold him, your heart aching as you wonder what could…