She put her head on my shoulder, the last time we were this close must have been close to weeks, even months. “Gerard, did you mean what you said?” She asked, sighing and her eyes watering. “Yeah… I am sorry,” I said as I sat up straight to get her off me. “I can’t imagine my life without you, Gerard” she whispered, her nails dug into my arm. She honestly took it better than what I imagined she would.
We had been together for about 3 years now, slowly we just drifted apart. She became manipulative, I can’t blame her though. I had become something I really did not want to be. “Mhm, I’m sorry… that’s all I can say” I said, on the verge of tears myself.
“It’s okay, I can’t blame you… it’s probably my faul-“ I interrupted her, “don’t fucking do that.” She looked down on her hands, shaking her head.
“Get out of my fucking house Gerard, my ring is in the cupboard by the door. Keep it,” she practically cried. I was not one bit surprised that she was not wearing our engagement ring. However, I knew better than to give her a reaction, I walked straight to the door. Somehow, I managed to scoop my fingertips into the little cupboard and fished up the ring.
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Mimosa’s are really underrated in my humble, drunk opinion. You almost can’t taste the venom of the alcohol, saturated by stale orange juice. It did make me feel better about having a bit of an alcohol problem. This was recently a new little issue I had developed after not being able to sleep without it.

The bar was dimly lit, making me in the mood of getting thrashed enough to forget my fiancée. Or, sorry, ex-fiancée, I smirked, finally I was free! Finally I did not have to worry about her cheating. I was now free.

“How classy” a woman said as she sat next to me. Breaking out of my dreamlike ecstatic state. However I was not surprised, as a grown man in a bar drinking a college girls drink, I received quite a bit of comments. This was better than the occasional “when are you getting out of the closet” comments. I looked the woman down, she was wearing a black sequin dress which was a tasteful contrast against the bloody Mary in her hand. “You came here to insult my drinking choice, while you’re out here drinking a BM on a Thursday. Classy choice” I sassed at her, she just smiled a big grin back at me.
“recently divorced?” She asked looking at my fingers playing with the ring. I laughed, “worse, recently engaged, then recently cheated on, then recently non- engaged.” The woman laughed together with me, “dead man’s curse” she said as she looked down into her drink. Being quiet for a few seconds.
“let me guess, you’re trying to chat me up. I’m sorry but it’s not going to happen soon. You are very pretty, and I am attracted to you, but I just can’t” I exhaled. “what?!” The woman kept laughing, honestly embarrassing me. “Oh no, no, not like that” she kept laughing. “You see that guy over there, that’s my boyfriend,” She said and pointed at a punk dude, probably over 6 feet. I gulped and looked down trying to avoid eye contact as he would probably break me in a fight. “Jeez” the woman kept laughing, “they all say that, but secretly… he’s a sweetheart.”
She put her hand out, “I’m Emma” she said, I felt a bit nervous, I shyly shook her hand and whispered “I’m Gerard Way.” Emma smiled “last name basis?” She asked, “Oh… sorry just out of habit, I used to be a teacher.” I honestly felt a bit embarrassed telling her this as I was drinking in a bar at a Thursday, not exactly making a good name of my legacy.
“Honestly Mr Way, it’s all nice that you’re attracted to me but the reason I approached you is not to hit on you. You’re drinking a damn mimosa-“ She rambled, I felt myself growing more and more red from embarrassment.
“My friend thinks you’re really cute, but they’re not really confident enough to tell you.” I smiled at this point, that’s cute, I thought to myself. “Well this isn’t third grade, it’s not like I will bully her or anything” I laughed, Emma’s lips tightened after I said that. “Yeah, it doesn’t really work like that” she said looking down, looking quite insecure.

From the corner of my eye I could see her boyfriend scan me up and down, likely analysing my moves, fuck. “Eh… I could like get another mimosa if she’s really insecure” I said stumbling upon my words. This only made Emma look even more doubtful. “Am I being insensitive or something, I’m sorry if I’m offending you” I explained looking at her boyfriend and back at her repeatedly. “What does she look like?” I asked, humouring myself with the fact that someone found me attractive.

“Weren’t it you who couldn’t do a relationship?” She asked flashing a small grin. “Always a pleasure to be called cute” I winked, she rolled her eyes. “Well, they have short black hair, about 5’4 or 5’5, short yeah. H- they I mean, black clothes.” She seemed nervous to be telling me about her friend.

“Well, she sounds cute” I said downing my drink, trying my best to not seem awkward. I looked around but could find no one who fit the description, now a guy was standing in front of Emma’s boyfriend. He was looking at me every few seconds looking nervous. A light flickered in my head as I noticed his black hair and all black outfit.

“Oh” I whispered, Emma flashed a toothy and false grin, “yeah that’s Frank.” I considered Emma’s eyes nervous. She couldn’t know… No, it was so many states away. I felt sweat drops falling down my forehead, could he possibly know?.

Notes

first fuckin chapter bois.