We'll carry on

I brought you my bullets you gave me your love

Gerard's Point of View

This girl, she was utterly amazing. The way her white-blonde hair fell perfectly in place, her gorgeous light blue eyes, which were like a sea, a sea I could happily get lost in. You could see all the raw, unfiltered emotion on her face when she spoke about something that was hard or she was passionate about. Her mind was so beautiful, so poetic. Her cute smile that spread on her face when she laughed. I adored how artistically talented she was, how big of a nerd she was, and she was proud of it.

Stormy was amazing.

As I sat in her apartment living room, I noticed how each thing sat and placed in her home, reflected a piece of her. The comic book stand stood for her love of fiction and action. The blacks, red, and deep purples, the represented her love and appreciation for the dark, much like me. The art work hanging around in every room, the art work that she spent so much time on and poured so much of herself in, that depicts her inner-self, her confidence in something she loves. Her fully stocked fridge showed that she liked food, and of course all the coffee she stashed.

I loved how her apartment told a story of her personality. As I turned towards the couch, near her door was a self-filled wall of music. Band posters hanging, vinyl records, a stereo system, a record player, her iPod, and all of her C.D's. Her taste was impeccable.

The Rolling Stones

Bowie

Metallica

Anthrax

Kiss

Slayer

Fall out Boy

Green Day

Morrissey

Pulp

Blur

Iron Maiden

Black flag

Queen

She was fucking perfect. Then on a shelf of its own, I came across some interesting choices.

I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

The Black Parade

And in a frame next to our albums, she had a poem.

Life; it drags you down into its deepest pits of despair

When you are ready to get back up, life demands you stay down

But that is not life

That is trial.

I take a blade to my skin

I attempt to take my life

I found you in my most trying times

When I seemed to need you most, my love

You found me

You saved me

Your lyrical emotions poured into my ears and piercing my heart

I drop the blade from my bloodied hand, I step away from the pills

I again have a reason to live

Never let them take you alive

My Chemical Romance; Gerard Way

Your music saves my life.

I felt tears well up in my eyes as I read the words printed shakily on the framed page, now in my hand. We, I, had, had such an impact on her, and she to this day is alive and well. This wonderful girl found a purpose through my lyrics, my experiences, my words. I was so relieved and grateful that she chose to stay.

My hands shook as I smiled and ran my hand through my messy hair. Then I heard her behind me.

"What are you doing, Gerard?"