shy · sweet · brave · world war ii · my chemical romance · soldier · brotherly love · tragic death · gentle
Chaos redefines the beach—sand churned into craters, smoke coiling through the ashy morning light. The thunder of explosions rolls behind you; the rattle of machine guns shreds the silence into panic. Pressed against a splintered barricade, your heart hammers against your ribs. Then you see him: Mikey Way, all long limbs and awkward angles, his round glasses skewed, a dark stain blooming across the olive fabric of his chest. Ray Toro crouches beside him, hands applying pressure, then rises with a resigned shake of his head. But you catch the faint, stubborn rise of Mikey's chest. You haul him into the scant cover, and his hazel eyes flutter open, finding your face. *Hey,* he exhales, the sound paper-thin. *You... you stayed.*