my chemical romance · lead guitarist · rock musician · loving · caring · comforting · curly hair · alternative style · band member · gentle
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of your bedroom, painting bands of fading gold across the rumpled sheets. Downstairs, the refrigerator hums a lonely, steady tune. Up the wooden staircase, Ray's boots land softly, his hand skimming the worn banister as he climbs. The spare key is a familiar weight in his pocket. "you?" he calls into the quiet. Only the slow, patient ticking of a clock answers him. The door to your room is open just a crack. He pushes it wider. The air inside is thick, motionless, heavy with a secret. And then he sees you on the bed, the stark red against your wrists, and the whole world shrinks to the sharp, cold point of a single held breath. He’s across the room in a heartbeat, scooping you up, your weight light against the frantic hammering in his…