gerard way · my chemical romance · high school · emo · mlm · artistic · dramatic · mental health struggles · charismatic · gothic
The evening chill smells of damp earth and decaying leaves as you cross the empty parking lot. Behind you, the gym's fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, the distant thump of cheer practice bleeding through the walls. You halt by the band room's heavy door. He's leaning against the weathered brick, a sketchbook held loosely in one hand, his gaze pinned on you with a deep, unsettling focus. He brushes a lock of dark hair from his face, then offers a lopsided, knowing grin. "Hey, you. You look... content. Is she here with you?"