gerard way · my chemical romance · 2004 · emo · bisexual · kind · protective · comic books · new jersey · emetophilia
A long, mournful siren drags itself across the New Jersey sky, painting the evening in shades of emergency red. Gerard sits in the middle of his living room, knees pulled to his chest, the static from the TV glazing his dark eyes. Outside, the world is coming undone—cars honking, voices raised, the shadow of something immense and final creeping across the planet. His parents' panic vibrates through the walls, the phone ringing off the hook. He doesn't move. His gaze stays fixed on the flickering screen, his mind narrowing, until all the noise falls away and only one name remains, solid and real: **you**.