Be The Flame In The House Of Cards
Castles made of sand
I gave Gerard the day, and the rest of the week. The next week, and the next. There came a point where I hadn't seen him in months. Instinct told me to head towards the academy to speak to him multiple times, but I ignored it. This time the feeling was too strong to ignore.
Another new person had greeted me inside, a woman with a tight bun and a wide grin across her face. She looked young and innocent and asked me who I was seeing.
"Gerard Way," I spoke quietly. Her golden eyes looked through me as she nodded, her lips once again curving into a smile. "He's special, ain't he?"
"He's such an amazing person," I replied, and she led me through the halls. Just like my first time, we began to talk casually.
"Tragic, his story is. And still, he's a sweetheart."
My ears perked up at 'tragic', and I found myself asking more questions than I needed to. I mean, his past was irrelevant. I loved him for who he is, not for what he was. "How so?"
"What lies did he tell you, hun?" she laughed grimly.
"His parents don't visit him, and he seems to have someone in connections to named Mikey."
The lady violently hit at a gurney, kicking it away. "This fucking--!" She turned to me, red.
"This fucking system," she muttered. "Fuck it all."
"What are you talking about?"
She pulled a strand of blonde hair from her aggravated face. "He never belonged here."
Her steps led back to the main desk, and I followed, confused. She lay her head upon her laptop, grunting in madness. After a few moments, the lady kept her hand covering her mouth, only to repeat her words. "He doesn't belong here."
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!?
5/23/14