MCR Oneshots

Never Coming Home

I was ecstatic today my boyfriend was coming home. He was at war for almost a year and now he's finally coming home, he had wrote me a letter telling me to meet him at a small coffee shop at the end of our street. I sat down and got a coffee waiting for Captain Gerard Way to walk through the doors.

Five minutes had passed and he wasn't here. He must just be late. Time had passed and it had now been thirty minutes, and he was not here. More time had passed and I was getting worried. Had he forgotten? It'd been an hour and I went through three cups of coffee.

I sighed and got up from the booth and left money for the waitress. I began walking home through the chilly streets. I walked onto my doorstep and into my home. The stench of alcohol hit me and then I heard sobbing.

I ran into the kitchen to see Gerard in uniform sitting on the floor holding a bottle of vodka. His face was red and soaked with tears. I ran to him and kneeled on the floor.

"Gerard what's wrong?"

He looked at me and set the bottle down and then hugged me tight and continued to cry. I hugged him and rubbed his back until he could speak. He pulled back and took a few deep breaths.

"It's M-Mikey he... he's gone." he said.

My mouth dropped Mikey was gone? No no he died?

"What?" I said on the verge of tears.

"He's gone."

I let the tears run from my eyes. The kid that would always just light up a room when he was around, the kid that we all loved to death was now gone.

I hugged Gerard again.

We sat there on the kitchen floor holding each other, crying. Crying for the boy who was never coming home.