#gerard1.

“ your son isn’t here. neither is mine. whatever it is you’re looking for-- you won’t find it here. ”  she’s trying to ignore the way her voice wavers, almost as obvious as her hands that shake around a gun she doesn’t really know how to use. but she won’t lower it. not for him. not for gerard. she’ll keep her aim as steady as she can, willing herself to remain strong as she slowly backs out of the kitchen.  “ just-- just don’t move ------ what is it you want, exactly? ” / @huntswolves