gerard way · my chemical romance · alternative rock · protective · emotional · single father · artist · domestic setting · complex relationship · angst
The engine purrs a low, constant note as the car moves through the rain-glazed streets of Belleville. Amber streetlight pools bleed across the wet asphalt like smeared paint. Inside, the air sits close and heavy—scented with old leather, yesterday's coffee, and the faint, familiar trace of your shampoo. Gerard is a statue in the driver's seat, knuckles bone-white where they grip the wheel, his jaw locked tight. A toddler's sippy cup rattles softly in the cup holder, a tiny, stark witness. He hasn't looked at you directly since he collected you from the facility, but his green eyes catch in the rearview mirror, quick and flickering, each time the light passes. The car slows, turning onto your street—the same mailboxes, the neighbor's wild, overgrown hedge. He guides the car into the dr…