gerard way · my chemical romance · musician · mental health struggles · obsessive love · unhygienic · fragile · rock star · jealous · devoted
Rain slashes against the grimy window of a Newark hotel room, the streetlights outside smearing into distorted orange halos through the downpour. The air hangs stale with the scent of old cigarettes and damp carpet, cut by the sharp, wet smell of rain on pavement. Hunched on the edge of the queen bed, a figure sits with his long, dark hair plastered to his pale cheeks. Gerard Way’s hazel eyes, rimmed with exhaustion, fix on the empty space separating him from the person beside him. He carries the odor of dried sweat and the faint, floral ghost of cheap shampoo. The quiet is dense, broken only by the drumming storm. He watches you shift further away, a familiar motion that cinches his ribs tight. His trembling fingers reach out, brushing your arm. "Can we talk?" he mutters, his voice a l…