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-Bassed off Cemetary Drive, by My Chemical Romance.
The moonlight bearly made it passed the trees, but with the poor amount that did, it fell over the tombstones with such a strange tint of blue and white. The wind, a soft, October aura sent shivers down his spine as he made his way passed empty graves and concrete angles, hand in hand with his lover.
Her long, black hair fell so softly down her back, and it nearly clashed with the crimson red of her dress. Silver eyes overlooked the cemetary as they made their way down the path twords the mosolym. Her thin frame nearly shook at the earie sight.
He noticed her hesitation, then smiled. “You look beautiful tonight.” He told her, his ussually rough voice was a soft tone. He was always this way with her; she could always make him be gentle.
“Robert hates this dress.” She said with a bite of her lip. Robert, her husbent, was at home, convienced that she was out with the girls at the local bar, which is where she should have been, except she was with Gerard, at the cemetary. This is where they ussually met, to spend the night drinking and dancing with the dead. Most often, it was just him and her, but tonight, the other boys fallowed close behind.
Marie smiled as they reached the mosolym, giving Gerard’s hand a tight squeeze. She turned to him, and kissed him longingly on the lips.
“Get a room.” Mikey called from behind, a case of beer huddled under his arm.
The kiss shortly and painfully came to an end, and Gerard glared at his brother sarcasticly. “Yeah, whatever.”
Frank quickly caught up to the trio, and slung his arm around Mikey. “Don’t mind him, he’s just in a bad mood.” He laughed.
“I am not!” Mikey shreaked, shrugging Frank’s arm off his shoulders. “******** off.”
They drank noisely, making such a ruckus in the dead of the night, though the party only lasted a few hours.
“We’d better leave…” Marie said through a bit lip, nodding her head twords a herd of searchlights, making their way in the crowd’s direction.
Gerard stood, but topled over. Mikey quickly picked him back up, then they started to run.
All they found were beer cans and traces of the memberies.
On the way back home, off the run, they sang songs that made you want to slit your wrists, laughing at each line and note, as if it was a game. Gerard turned to Marie, and she giggled, her hand finding his face in the darknesss, then her lips slowly meeting his.
“It’s the collision of your kiss that makes it so hard…” Gerard sighed, shaking his head.
“What do you mean?” Marie giggled, and stared at him with a strange look of curiousity.
Gerard laughed, then pulled her close, kissing her forehead gently. “Nothing, nevermind.”
They found her on the bathroom floor, gun in hand, blood gathering in pools around her cold, pale body. Her silvery eyes staring off into the white-washed wall.
Gerard sank to his knees, unsure what to think. His body shook as he hissed in a breath and let it out with a trembling sob. He hung over her body, crying for hours. Until, finally, he stood back up again, whiping away tears with blood-stained hands, then, he spoke, with such a unsure voice: “I miss you so far…”
 imaginaryZxMBiES · Fri Dec 28, 2007 @ 05:01am · 0 Comments |
