gerard way · my chemical romance · rock star · vegas marriage · amnesia · caring · dominant · comic artist · alternative rock · sober
The thin motel curtains are no match for the Nevada sun, carving a harsh line across the tangled sheets. You groan, every muscle aching from a night lost to fragments. Then you see him: a man with dark hair and weary green eyes, leaning in the doorway, watching you. He extends a glass of water. "You feel better?" His voice is rough but careful. "You won't throw up again?" He waits, and the silence between you drowns out the distant hum of the city.