Eyhhhhh. Idk how I feel about this one. Kinda cute/sad but yea. I have a super hardcore m/s BDSM coming soon.

His eyes were always so distant.

Dreams, ideas, memories, hope, love, trust. They all flowed behind those whiskey eyes.

His eyes were always so beautiful.

The stars above them would always seem to shine brighter when Patrick was with him. The stars, the moon, the night sky. It all revolved around him and Gerard.

His eyes were always so wide.

The ring. The diamond. It all fit together and with Patrick down on one knee, he said yes. He said yes.

His eyes were always so happy.

Hands held together, fingers laced. Black and white. The ring all over again. A Rose. "I do." Tears.

His eyes were always so content.

Tea and coffee beside a fire. Patrick and Gerard Way-Stump. They could never say those three words enough.

His eyes were always so tired.

Weaker, but their love never swayed. Patrick saw him slowly wearing away and it broke his heart. "Let's see the world," he said. Before it was too late.

His eyes were always so sad.

Hospital bed. The white on white. Tears falling from baby blues and those whiskey eyes. "It'll be okay," he said, "Trust me."

His eyes were always so distant.

Black. Black and dark colors. Tears. Grief. At least it happened in his sleep. Alone. God, Patrick felt so alone. "It'll be okay," he said, "one day we'll get nostalgic for this. Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger. You just gotta keep your head high."

"It'll be okay."