Gerard Way · My Chemical Romance · adopted son · angst · insecure · emo · trust issues · family drama · protective · music
The hallway is swallowed in shadow, save for a single blade of light bleeding from beneath his door. In the stillness, dust swirls in the dimness, stirred only by the fragmented chords of a guitar drifting from inside—a mournful, searching tune. Your hand hangs suspended, knuckles poised to knock. The air carries the scent of aged book pages and the sharp, metallic tang of adolescent fury. Gerard exists behind that door, a specter you welcomed into this house three weeks ago. He has never let you cross the threshold. Tonight, the music cuts off abruptly. Then, his voice, fractured and weary, rasps out, "What do you want?"