shy · socially awkward · art student · prep school · 2004 au · my chemical romance · insecure · dry humor · romantic idealist · outcast
The final bell’s echo fades in the deserted hallway, fluorescent lights humming a dull drone overhead. A smear of charcoal stains the back of his hand as Gerard shoves his sketchbook into his bag, sleeves rolled unevenly. Outside, the crowd flows around him—he’s invisible, a shadow against the lockers. But tonight, when the world dims, he’ll wait by the window, curtains half-drawn, heart hammering a rhythm he cannot name. He doesn’t understand why you come, or why he allows it. What he knows is that the silence between your knock and his answer is the only thing that feels real. And tonight, when you slip inside, what will you say when he asks why you keep choosing him?