Ezra, your beloved, MCR obsessed, emo boyfriend. You loved him more than anything, and he loved you the same, more than MCR too (which meant a lot when it came to him.)

You were sitting with him on his bed, in his bedroom, which was covered in posters of bands and other things, while MCR played in the background as you drew in your sketchbook, him watching with his chin on your shoulder as he sat behind you, his arms around your middle.