This is not based on Gerard Way of MCR. I just like the name and I believe that everyone should be in a band at some point.

Meet Me By Your Eyes

I kept running even though someone was calling my name and chasing after me. After witnessing what I had, I wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. The rain started pouring down on my soft pale skin, soaking me to the core. The shoulder-length auburn hair that I had tried so hard to straighten earlier that morning was unfixable now. The make-up was streaming down my cheeks both from crying and the rain. There was no point in caring about my appearance now, so I didn’t. I was betrayed beyond measure by the one I loved. The event, which had just occurred, was playing over and over again in my mind. I just couldn’t let go. The sound of footsteps behind me had subsided and I was finally allowed to slow down. As tired as I now was, after about twenty minutes of running at a fast pace, I just couldn’t will my body to stop. I was shocked, scared, hurt, alone, angry, and my body was finally shutting down as I slowed to a halt. The memories were now exploding through me like a volcano that had remained dormant for centuries. It was like when I was running, they were struggling to catch up with me, but now that I had sat down on the curb, they became much more vivid than I had originally anticipated. The constant flashbacks didn’t help my situation, they only made me hurt even more.

I saw his face in the crowd and noticed his piercing hazel eyes bearing into my soul. His whole demeanor was one of those you had no defense against—the rebel without a cause. He was my rebel without a cause. He looked about my age, just barely twenty-two, and he was just as pale as I was, if not more. Without breaking eye contact, he walked through the crowd in front of the stage over to me. I couldn’t believe it. There was an extremely gorgeous man walking towards me—a nobody. My heart was racing as fast as the music that was being played. With one word, the raven-haired boy captured me.

“Hey.” he said. As unoriginal as it sounded, I knew that was the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with. He was the one for me.

“Hi.” I said after I caught my breath. I could never have been more stunned in my life.

“I’m Gerard. What’s your name, sugar?” He made that smirk, which made me go weak at the knees, but I didn’t falter because I couldn’t risk showing him my true feelings. I couldn’t even write my emotions out in a diary, let alone show them to a wonderfully perfect stranger.

“Samantha.” I smiled. It was the only thing I could force myself to do. We spent the rest of the concert together, and I felt entirely comfortable in his presence. Eventually it was getting late, so we left to our normal, boring lives. The only things we knew about each other was the other's name, our tastes in music, and that we had some kind of instant connection between us. It made me heartbroken to think of how I built walls to keep people from hurting me, but I only ended up hurting myself.

I scolded myself for not asking for his phone number that whole week until I told myself that if we truly were meant to be together, we would meet again.

The next time we saw each other was unexpected. I was going to get some coffee at the closest Starbucks to my house, when I spotted his beautiful eyes at the end of the line. After walking in, I didn’t say anything until I realized that was the second chance I had been waiting for.

“Hey. Gerard, was it?” I asked even though I knew that I could never forget his name. I kept a mischievous smirk on my face. He turned around and his hard features softened into a smile.

“Yeah. Samantha right?” he asked. I smiled at the way he said my name.

“Yeah. How have you been?” We hugged, as I wished to stay that way forever.

“I’ve been great.” We grabbed a table in the corner and started talking about what had been going on lately in our lives. “Hey. You know what? My band actually got a gig at the theatre down the street. Do you want to go and hang out with us and watch us in action?” He produced a small ticket out of his jacket pocket.

“Wow. That’s impressive. I’d love to.” We talked a little more until it was getting closer to the time I had to work. After kissing each other on the cheek, we said our goodbyes until the night of the concert. My heart leaped as he kissed me and I yearned our relationship was more than just a friendship.

I went to the performance the next week and I fell in love all over again. The alternative sounds of their band gave me a longing for more. Gerard was the singer of the band, and even if his accent was a little strange at first, he really fit the part. The lyrics were so descriptive and vivid and heartfelt that I almost cried throughout most of the set. I could tell right away that he wrote them because he sang with such an agonizing purity that the only thing I could do was sit there and bask in his energy. His band-mates were also moving to the heavy beat of the music, but not as much as Gerard. Anyone could tell that it was his passion.

I met Gerard’s friends backstage, and we formed a fast bond, just as he and I had a month before. Each personality was so different and brought their own energy into the group. There was hardly an awkward silence because everyone meshed together so well, and every moment we spent together was pure bliss and comfort to the soul.

We all got together numerous times over the next few months or so, until it got to the point where we spent every day together. Gerard and I became very close and comfortable with each other, but I was still too scared to make a move towards being in a committed relationship with him. That brick wall was still built all around me, and I needed him to find a way to break it down without me getting hurt. In order to get to the next level, I needed a sign from him that he felt the same way.

A rustling noise came from behind me and graced my ears as it snapped me back into reality. There was no way for me to know how long it had been since that scene embedded itself in my memory. All I knew was that it had gotten dark—too dark to be a woman by herself in this neighborhood. Then I realized I hadn’t even paid any attention to where I was.

I glanced around and couldn’t believe my eyes. I had stopped running at a clearing behind a row of duplexes that I used to play in when I was young. It looked like a driveway, but it could have been used as a parking lot—there was so much space. There were garages lining the back wall and the rest was just cement. Porches, which belonged to the houses that lined the outer walls, were placed in the space opposite the garages. They separated everything from my secluded abode. The small gardens took up residence next to the porches and tied all of the elements together.

I couldn’t settle on the fact that I chose to stop running there. It was like something was drawing me back to my childhood and my favorite place. I remembered coming back there after my parents had fought for the first time. I came back when they finally got divorced, and when my first boyfriend cheated on me with another boy. I reminisced in memories of when I took Gerard there. He said it was strange because it had always been his favorite place from his childhood. I remembered the calming effect this place had on me, and how I could just sit there for hours at a time thinking of absolutely nothing, yet everything all at once. It just gave me a reason to call it my place even though I never lived in any of the houses.

The pouring rain gave my secret fantasyland an even more soothing atmosphere. Each time a raindrop fell, it’s sound was magnified due to the echo created by the deserted coliseum of garages. The combination of each sound just sent my body over the edge with clarity and tranquility. The steady rhythm reflected itself in my pulse as I let the rain blanket me in its soft sensual sound.

It smelled similar to that of a 4th of July barbeque, but I knew better. The heavenly aroma, which filtered through me, was that of the Earth being wiped clean. Everything damaging and sinful was being carried off somewhere hidden, so the effect humanity had on the environment could not be seen. It was symbolic of how I felt. The rain had just wiped my slate clean of all anger and hate I had just possessed. I had slowly begun to accept what I had seen only a half an hour before, just because of the shower I was receiving and my special place.

The sense of cold was overwhelming. I was shaking uncontrollably, but I didn’t care. It was a relaxing cold. I could feel it in my bones and soul instead of just my flesh, even though that was to the point of burning. I could see my moist breath in front of my face disappear into the droplets of water. I would have literally frozen if I didn’t have my raincoat on.

The night sky showed nothing except the light pollution of suburbia reflecting in the storm clouds. The steady rainfall was beginning to show signs of easing up. I didn’t want it to end, so I just kept in my balanced state.

This was a place where I could think clearly and have no limits to the power I held deep inside me. I could let go of all my grief freely and openly. My favorite place served as my diary, and I would never have had it another way.

I heard that familiar rustling of the fallen autumn leaves coming from behind me, and again I didn’t bother to look, already knowing who it was. His warm body sat next to me and before I could protest, held me so my face was buried in the crook of his neck. I immediately stopped shaking and was filled with intense warmth. I belonged there and I never wanted to leave. There was no other choice for me to make, but forgive him.

“I’m so sorry.” He said and I just stayed silent. He finally let go and looked at my face waiting for me to look him in the eye. I didn’t want to, but he took hold of my chin and forced me to look at him.

“Why do you have to hurt yourself like that?” I asked with a voice that was so raspy I couldn’t recognize it.

“I don’t know.” He engulfed me in another hug.

“G-Gerard?” I squeaked. “We’ve been best friends for about five years, now. You would tell me if something was bothering you, right?” He broke the hug and looked into my eyes.

“Of course I would.” He paused waiting for me to discredit him, but I didn’t. With all my heart, I believed him. He held me again. “Samantha?” He whispered quietly into my ear, but just loud enough to be heard over the rainwater dripping from the roofs of the houses and garages.

“Hmm?” I didn’t move until he pulled us apart. Why did he have to pry me away from the one place where I belonged?

“I love you.” Gazing into my eyes for a second, he kissed me passionately on the lips for the first time. My breath quickened as he broke it. I could no longer feel the cold, damp air against my face. All I felt was pure love, comfort, and warmth hearing him say those words over and over again in my head. It was a relief to know he felt the same way as I did.

“I love you too.” I had said it after the five years of knowing we were meant to be together.

“I know. I’ve always known. Let’s go home.” We walked arm in arm to his car, but I stopped to get one last look at my recent surroundings. I wouldn’t ever need to return again, now that I had Gerard, so I needed to say goodbye to it in my own little way. Every time I had gone there, life seemed to get better, but now I had all I needed. I had Gerard. I couldn’t help but realize why that place has always been my favorite. It had always gotten me closer to him.