It smelled like rain.
Gerard sat on his front porch, the world around him tinged a sort of gray, faded color. The wind drifted and rustled through the trees, making a wind chime ring somewhere in the distance. He sat in an old, tan rocking chair, once a bright custard-yellow but now a chipped cream color, the paint peeling away from the wood. It was ugly but in a charming way. Gerard inhaled the air, clean and fresh, so different from the stale, bile-twinged air of the inside of his house. It was dark in there too, to make it easier on his mom's eyes. Out here, it was cloudy but there was light, and as long as there was light, there was hope. And other Hobby Lobby slogans.
That's why he always kept the blinds open in his room, and why he kept this ugly old rocking chair around. To remind him that clean air and unprocessed light were always there when he needed it.
And he needed it.
The wind chimes continued tinkling in the distance.
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I Drew You Once in Art Class
FanfictionPlease god i wrote this as a sad 14 year old who projected everything onto her characters. Keep your expectations LOWER THAN ZERO GUYS PLEASE
