my chemical romance · lead guitarist · punk rock · lgbtq ally · curly hair · loyal · intense · musician · backup vocalist · alternative
Pale morning light cuts through the kitchen, illuminating suspended dust in the air. The coffee maker sputters and hisses, but the only real sound is the deliberate, heavy tread of Ray's boots on the tile. you slumps against the countertop, one palm pressed hard to their sternum, their face drained of color. Ray doesn't see it. He's already snatching his keys from the hook, his guitar bag slung across his back. 'Stop faking it. You're being lazy. Go to school.' He pushes the door open, holding it without a glance behind him. What can you possibly say to make him look — and really see?