Life, Love, and My Chemical Romance

I sat on the cold linoleum floor of that unholy room in that sickening hospital and did something I thought I could never do again.
I threw my head back and laughed.
Tears were still, amazingly, soaking my face and pouring out of my eyes (Seriously, I don’t know how I’m able to cry this much, it is definitely not healthy.) but the thing was, these were tears of happiness, of pure unadulterated joy. I had never been so grateful to see Gerard’s hazel gaze meet mine. I didn’t get up just then; I sat and watched as his family smothered him with kisses and hugs as if he had just come back from the dead. Which he had.
The doctor and nurses were in as much shock as we, they didn’t have a clue as to what had just happened but they wanted to keep him overnight for observation. They regarded Gerard’s amazing recovery as a mere miracle. Only I had some idea as to what had happened. But I didn’t care, none of it mattered anymore. The puzzle had been solved, that missing piece put in its place. Gerard was alive.
My Chemical Romance was going to be.
I peered down at the charm bracelet my grandmother had given me so long ago and smiled.
Wishes do come true.
This past hour I had been overcome with feelings of grief and guilt. I couldn’t help but feel that I had slaughtered My Chemical Romance, that I had doomed the world to be without them, I had doomed so many to die. I felt as if I had killed the people- the person that saves lives. I thought I had murdered an angel. (Well maybe that’s because, I almost did.)
Seriously, I should not be trusted with things as precious as My Chemical Romance too often; I can barely take care of myself as it is. Being the manager of a band destined for greatness makes me responsible if they don’t make it. And if they don’t make it…
I pushed all thoughts of the future out of my head. There was time for that later.
Now I wanted nothing more than to be with Gerard.
After a couple minutes Gerard’s parents and everyone else went out. It was late at night. When everyone left the room I finally got the chance to talk to Gerard.
But I really didn’t know what to say to him. I didn’t need to say anything to him.
I crawled onto the hospital bed and held onto him. Suddenly a flood of emotions overcame me and I began to cry again. It was a mix of joy and sadness this time. I couldn’t help but to imagine what would have happened if he had perished.
But Gerard kissed all the nightmares away. Then and there I made a promise to myself, I promised that I would never let him go, I would never stop loving him.
Until the end of everything.