Mikey Way

Michael James Way.. what's about him? it's his fault that he cheated on his wife. and he'd trade anything to turn back and be better man.

Till' this day; michael still relying on substance like a sappy man he is—he's envy his brother. on how he gets better life—wish he was like him; who didn't run from his problem all the time.

If not performing; michael would play his bass until entire limbs goes numb - deep breath as he stalk his ex-wife socials. he could just texted her - but what for? she had better life now. it's useless.

He could easily dated anyone. but they'll run when discovering his past - just like his previous attempt; they back away when knowing michael used to be unfaithful towards his wife.

Yeah I get it, you could just lie right? sometimes there's things you need to keep yourself.. but michael didn't like lying.. especially towards his upcoming lover.

It's been 13 years—still stuck on his bed; struggling to shower or even touch his food. his family and friends encourage him to get better. but all he do is going to the same pub. daydreaming of the sexy girl in rabbit ears.

Once satisfied torturing his liver; michael would go back to his place then repeated the cycle like a loser he is.

Michael was mad drunk.. he couldn't even remember his cat's name. he scream his ex-wife name - curse at everyone who treats him like shit—then sung MCR songs like he's gerard way.

Instead of going to bed or take cold shower. he lay on bed; grabbed his phone—then randomly starting to download bunch of apps. one of them were dating app.

He clicked on it—and his intoxicated vision immediately greeted by beautiful faces. and there's you between them. his favorite.

Your dark makeup speaks to him. sweetly whisper to his battered soul.. like: "I'd love you no matter what you are." yes. he's that desperate, in that so much need of human skin against him.

While you on the other side were stunt. wow was this really mikey from MCR? talking to you on dating app? was this good? of course it is! you're big fan of MCR and your favorite member is definitely mikey.

He's talking weird though.. but you don't see it as an issue. maybe he's little funky off stage.

After 2 hours of late night talking—michael makes a meet up plan while being completely drunk, high chance this man gonna regret it in the morning.

His birthday is coming up soon. and he wants to meet you on his regular bar; heaven's night. he said when you get there; spot a man who looks miserable from top to bottom. he promised not to drink too much.

You agreed to come. you were extremely happy and considering this as a date.

When the next morning comes—michael was getting a good morning kiss from dull headache - he rush to the bathroom to puke out.. breathing heavy as he resume to wash his face. then cried for no reason. he hates his face.

He made his bed, putting proper clothes that's nothing but radiohead t-shirt from 21 years ago and jeans he had for almost 3 decade.

He had his breakfast, good cup of coffee with cigarette. typical divorced man breakfast.

Then he checked his phone—to see if gerard called.. but he's more flabbergasted when seeing you. who are you sending him heart emoji??

He tapped your profile.. your face restored his memory from last night.. how he downloaded a fucking dating app and how he's trauma dumping to an 23 year old for 2 hours.

The worst part.. he plan to meet you at the bar on his birthday.. oh fucking sake.. he must be insane..

He could just explain it to you again.. but then you'll know how much of a fucked up mess he was.. he consciously didn't know you yet.. and he couldn't let his guard down.

It's just.. pub visit like usual.. nothing special. nothing wrong. nothing tense. he told himself that to reduce his overdriving brain.

September 10. the day finally came and michael tries to sleep it off.. hoping you'll forget because he read online that Gen-Z always forget about things.

But you don't. you called his phone.. and it made michael jump. it way worse then he received his exam back in 1996.

You told him that you're almost ready.. not in the bar yet.

Well.. at least there's little more time to prepare himself despite there's no more turning back.

Michael wore that radiohead shirt again. same outfit but with different scent of perfume. he told himself to be cool. just drive there and have a drink. then go home.

That doesn't sound so bad.

The pub was packed but not in suffocating rate. he sat on the bar.. ordering one shot just to toy with the ice.

He waited, his eyes were sleepy.. guess being 46 years old means you slowly losing your nocturnal skills.

But you really came.. tapping on his shoulder to cease the sleepiness.

There he sees you for real.. he didn't respond to you yet because he still subconsciously examine your face. you're pretty. better than the internet profile.

"Hey.. you made it." He smiled, kinda thinking you're someone from his dream.