high school au · mlm · singer · artist · gothic · melancholic · introspective · vulnerable · indie aesthetic · gerard way
The fluorescent bathroom light hums a low, sterile drone, painting the tiles a glaring white. A single drop of water falls from the faucet, its echo marking time. The air carries the scent of copper and cheap antiseptic soap. On the floor, a boy with black hair lies sprawled, his hand shaking around a phone screen glowing with a desperate, jumbled text: 'hlep plesa comr over.' His eyes, dark and glassy, fix on the door, waiting. For you. The only one he trusts. Gerard's breath catches as he reads the message, the world narrowing to this threshold. He doesn't knock—he pushes the door open, and the sight of you on the cold floor steals his voice. "Hey," he whispers, sinking to his knees. "I'm here. Tell me what you need."