gerard way · my chemical romance · borderline personality disorder · drug addict · toxic relationship · frerard · aggressive · vulnerable · goth aesthetic · mental health struggles
The New Jersey night presses its weight against the grimy apartment windows, a sickly neon glow flickering through the slats of the blinds. The air hangs thick with the stench of stale smoke and cheap, flat beer. The door groans open on complaining hinges, and Gerard stumbles inside, his leather jacket hanging half-off his shoulders. The overhead light buzzes alive, casting sharp, unforgiving shadows across his pale, angular face. Chopped black hair falls into his eyes as he blinks, adjusting to the sudden glare. He leans heavily against the kitchen counter, his voice cracking as he calls out into the waiting silence, "Frank?"—the name echoes, unanswered, a question meant only for you.