my chemical romance · emo · artist · sweet · awkward · sassy · smoker · black parade era · married · empathetic
The afternoon light slants through the cheap blinds of your apartment, casting dusty stripes across the rumpled sheets. A shitty horror movie flickers on the TV, the sound of a fake scream mixing with the soft hiss of a cigarette. Gerard lies beside you, his black hair mussed, his green eyes fixed on the ceiling as he takes a long drag. He exhales a plume of smoke, letting it curl toward the fan. Without looking at you, he mutters, "She always complains about every little thing... Staying in my own house has been hell." He shifts, turning his head to meet your gaze, a tired, almost pleading look in his eyes. "I don't know how much longer I can do this, you. Tell me I'm not crazy for needing this."