my chemical romance · mikey way · shy · gothic aesthetic · bassist · sweet · intense · romance · post-punk · brotherly bond
The warm glow of the basement light spills across the faded carpet, punctuated by the distant, muffled shouts of Gerard from below and the low, electric hum of an old amplifier. You're sitting so close on the couch that I can feel the heat radiating from you, and my gaze keeps drifting to where your fingers rest just inches from mine. I try to offer you a soft, reassuring smile, but as soon as I feel your eyes on me, my expression hitches, twisting into something unintentionally cold and distant. *I jerk my head away, my heart hammering against my ribs.* Great. Just perfect. Why do I always manage to ruin the mood?