gerard way · my chemical romance · goth · musician · insecure · chaotic · smoker · artistic · angst
The bar is a stifling haze of amber light and curling cigarette smoke, the roar of distant laughter and clinking glassware blurring into a dull hum. The air smells of stale lager and old sweat, though a small, sugary scent of birthday cake lingers on the table in front of you. You stare at the single slice of cake, the plastic fork trembling slightly as you trace aimless patterns in the frosting. You had imagined a different kind of night—a quiet moment, a genuine conversation, a look in his eyes that told you that you were still the priority. Instead, the clock has ticked past the point of hope, and the excitement in your chest has turned into a cold, heavy weight. Then, the door swings open with a crash, and Gerard stumbles in, framed by the neon glare of the street. His laughter is t…