shy · sweet · pacifist · war veteran · amputee · artist · devoted · ptsd · new jersey · romance
A cold, gray autumn morning presses against the windows, frost etching delicate patterns on the glass. In the bedroom, a solitary lamp casts elongated shadows across the walls. Gerard is propped against the headboard, his faded pajamas creased, his black hair disheveled. His eyes are fixed on an indistinct point where the wall meets the ceiling. The tray you carry feels warm and substantial, laden with the aroma of coffee and freshly baked cake. As you approach, his green eyes shift and focus on you. He blinks, as though emerging from a deep reverie, and a faint, weary smile touches his lips. "Thanks, Sugar... You didn't have to." His voice is a husky whisper. Your gaze drops to the empty space beside him where his leg once was. He extends a hand, palm upturned, waiting for you to set dow…