We Are Broken • Geetrick

18

It's officially been four months since Gerard bought me.

Him and I talk but never touch. He said he won't let me do anything like that until I'm sure I want it and he wants it to be for me and not him so I'm not just trying to be obedient.

He also showed me his second office. Though... it's more of a music room.

He showed me his piano and asked me to play for him.

"Are you sure?" I ask quietly, hands shaking as they trace over the keys.

"Yeah, it'll be fine," Gerard chuckles. He kisses my neck gently before pulling off, "It would be cool if you taught me."

I bite my lip, then nod, "oh, okay."

He smiles at me fondly and watches as I position my fingers across the keys. Left hand has an octave of D flat while my right hand maintains a chord with a first, a third, and a fifth. A flat, C, and F. I do it at least 32 times but each

And though I hate my voice, I begin singing.

"How cruel is the golden rule?" Change to A flat and back to D flat.

"When the lives we lived were only golden plated

"And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me

"And though I carried karats for everyone to see..."

"And I saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies

And all the lovers with no time for me

And all of the mothers raised their babies

To stay away from me..."

I lower my eyes, feeling Gerard's hand on my back and I immediately stop, clenching my fists, "Sorry."

"Don't say sorry."

"I'm sorry."

He sighs, then kisses my cheek gently, "I'm sorry."

"Why...?"

"Because of everything you went through," he whispers, "I love you."

"Oh... I love you, too..."

Gerard smiles softly and kisses my nose, "Teach me."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."