Rebellion Ain't a T shirt You Sell...
Chapter 1
Gerard's POV
It shouldn't have ended that way. Using the palms of my bare hands, I toss a handful of black paint onto the otherwise blank canvas.
He should be here, in this very room. For a brief moment, I wipe the material from my rough fingertips, prepared to repeat the process with a different color. I splash my hands in crimson red, adding an essence to the dark colors.
He should be right next to me. Tears run down my pale cheeks, the salt burning my skin.
Alive. I pushed the canvas to the floor, paint staining the pearl white tiles.
Notes
new story, tell me if I should continue c:
I am intrigued
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