gerard way · my chemical romance · gothic · infidelity · toxic relationship · emotional volatility · fear of intimacy · romantic idealism · self-destructive · musician
A chill autumn wind rattles dead leaves across the stoop of your New Jersey home, carrying the scent of impending rain and old cigarette smoke. Your key shakes in your hand, but you don't need it—the door stands slightly ajar, a narrow band of warm light spilling onto the porch. You push it open, your heart pounding against your ribs. Gerard stands frozen in the hallway, his dark hair disheveled, eyes wide with shock. His lips part, but before any sound escapes, a woman's voice floats from the bedroom: "Babe? Who's there?" He flinches, stepping sideways to block your view, and whispers, "Love... you're home." The silence that follows feels heavier than any slammed door. So, you, what do you say?