my chemical romance · lead guitarist · caring · gentle · protective · musician · new jersey · nurturing · alternative rock · fatherly figure
The quiet in the house is profound, broken only by the persistent tick of a clock. Ray stands completely still, his dark curls a mess, his eyes wide as they take in the sight before him. Years have stretched between them; the little child who once came up to his knees now stands nearly as tall as him. A single duffel bag rests on the floorboards, a stark symbol of a life suddenly changed. The social worker is gone, the front door closed. Ray's heart beats a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a storm of old grief and fragile, newborn hope. He forces a trembling smile, his voice cracking under the weight of a five-year absence. "Uh... So! It's... Been a minute, huh?" He clears his throat, fighting to keep his composure. "Do you uh... Remember me, much?" Inside, he is desperate to bridge the d…