Finding a Way | Adopted by Gerard Way

Mirrors Can't Lie

*possible trigger warning: ed*

When Frank left my room on Saturday afternoon after our talk, he didn't close the door properly, but I couldn't be bothered to get up and shut it myself. It made eavesdropping a whole lot easier, anyway.

I knew that Gerard would inevitably end up asking him a lot of questions since I'd ended up talking to Frank and not him. Here's the conversation I overheard:

"She talked to you? ...I knew she would... is she okay?"

"She's still just recovering from last night, I think."

"So she told you what happened?"

"Yeah."

"Can—"

"I can't tell you, Gee. I told her I wouldn't. But, she'll tell you soon, I'm sure. Give her some time."

I stopped listening after that.

Frank told me he wouldn't break my trust, and I guess he really meant it. But, oddly, I'm kind of disappointed because it means that I'll eventually have to recount everything to Gerard myself. But how do I go about telling him? I can't exactly just go up to him and say, "Oh, I was kicked out of my friend's house because we kissed. And, also, I'm gay."

There'll never be a perfect time to tell him, though. What's that saying? There's no time like the present?

More like, there's no time ever because time is just a theoretical construct created by humans.

• • •

Sunday was sad and boring.

In my experience, "sad and boring," is a perfect way to describe Sunday. It's the day before school starts again, nothing good is on TV, the weather always seems to be dreary.

Gerard was busy though. He stayed in his office most of the day, only coming out for the occasional cup of coffee and to make me lunch and dinner. I didn't want to eat, but I did only because I knew I had to, and it made me feel guilty. I'm not sure why.

We barely spoke.

But, now it's Monday morning and I'm looking forward to seeing Emerald. The first thing I'll do is apologize. I'll apologize for ruining her Halloween, apologize for kissing her back, apologize because I feel bad that she needs to live with someone like her father. Come to think of it, I don't even know his name. I don't think I want to know.

"Here, Eve," Gerard says, handing me some money which I stick in my pocket as always. "Have a good day."

I give him a tired wave goodbye then climb out of the car.

Once inside the school, I make a beeline for Em's locker where I find her standing, waiting. "Hey, Em," I greet her.

"Hey," she mumbles.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine. Here's your stuff," she shoves my bag I left at her house into my arms and starts walking away.

"Hey!" I grab her sleeve, "Em, where are you going?"

She turns around, yanking her sleeve from my grasp, with a look I can't decipher on her face. She looks very tired, and her blue hair even looks less lively. "I- I can't talk to you, Eve. I have to go."

"Wait, Em... I'm sorry."

She pays no attention to those words, and leaves me in the hallway, dejected. She doesn't even turn around for one last look at me before swiftly making her way to her first class.