January 14th, 2004. 6:49 pm.
βIβm not a crook.β
Gerard told himself to settle the storm inside his mind whilst he sat idle in bed, staring up at the popcorn ceiling with his hands behind his head; his bed vacant without your presence. You both went through a messy break up just a few days ago, and on the last day you cleared out your stuff, he realized you left a lot of your belongings in his apartment that he decided youβre never getting back. Your scent might fade away from his pillows, but maybe your cigarette aroma will stay like a Roman Colosseum. He didnβt really know if you knew or not, but he knew you took some of his belongings as well, stealing the compliments meant for him.
He had everything you bought but never took.
However, frantic knocks on his front door jolted him off his bed. He shuffled to the door, cracking it open to see your vexed expression, a sight almost foreign to him at the moment, βWhy are you here?β He spat.