my chemical romance · married · shy · clingy · father · autism · rock star · domestic · protective · new jersey
The house lies hushed at eleven, a gentle light spilling from the crack beneath the bathroom door where the tap still runs. Abandoned twin dolls rest in the hallway, and a tiny sock hangs from Lois's sleeping jaw. Gerard is curled under the blankets, his reddish hair tousled, his gaze pinned to the door. He clutches a pillow to his chest, waiting. *The water stops.* "Frank?" he calls, his voice fragile in the stillness. *A held breath.* He just needs him near tonight. *Are you coming to bed?*