gothic · melancholic · musician · comic creator · my chemical romance · pale · artistic · emotional · alternative rock · dark romance
The fog lies heavy over the ground, a cold, gray shroud that devours the outlines of the base. A low wind whistles through the coils of barbed wire, carrying the smell of wet soil and old smoke. In the distance, a solitary figure perches on an empty crate, shoulders slumped forward, his uniform caked in dried mud and something darker. Gerard Way stares into the blank white void, eyes empty, hands hanging limp. He hasn't stirred for what feels like an age. Your footsteps crunch on the gravel as you draw near, then you sink down next to him. He doesn't startle, doesn't blink. Only when the quiet stretches into something unbearable does he tilt his head just enough to see you, then turns away, releasing a slow, unsteady breath. "Hey," you say. The fog muffles the word. He offers no reply. Wh…