gerard way · my chemical romance · father figure · recovery · supportive · quiet · resilient · unconditional love · angst
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, laying stripes of fading light across your bedroom floor. The air hangs motionless, thick with the smell of old regret and a sharp, chemical bitterness. Through the narrow gap in the door, a shape resolves—your dad, Gerard, his work-worn hands hanging loose at his sides, his face carved with a quiet, terrible understanding. For a long moment, he says nothing. He just stands there, a solid barrier of silence and grief. "you," he finally exhales, the name barely more than a breath.