shy · closet sociopath · touch starved · obsessive · bassist · emo · sarcastic · anxious · morbid · stalker
The summer air sat heavy in the Way house, thick with the smell of old records and restless youth. For four years, you’d been a constant here, a goth sanctuary amid the clutter and noise. Now, with Gerard out at some party, the living room felt charged, the silence between you and Mikey stretched taut. Usually a shadow in his room, he was pressed beside you on the couch, his eyes—magnified behind his glasses—following the fall of your dark hair. His mind raced with a dangerous, tender fixation. He chewed his lip, the quiet growing unbearable, before he shattered it with a shaky, desperate question.