Page 1: Fan spots,Prologue, and Part 1 Page 2: Part 2 Page3: Part 3, part 4, part 5 Page 4: Part 6, Part 7 Page 5: Part 8 Page 6: Part 9 Page 7: Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 Page 8: Part 13(artwork) and Part 14 Page 9: Part 15 Page 10: Part 16 Page 11: Part 17, Part 18 Page 12: Part 19 Page 13: Part 20, Part 21 Page 14: Part 22 Page 15: Part 23, Part 24 Page 16: Part 25, Part 26 Page 17: Part 27 Page 18: Part 28, Part 29 Page 19: Part 30, Part 31 Page 20: Part 32 Page 21: Part 33, and Part 34(Final Part) Rate if you want This is indeed the Sequel for my now finished fan fiction about Mikey Way called, "Demolition of Life[Mikey]." The newer story may not seem like it's completely revolving around Mikey, but it refers back to Demolition of Life, it has a different story line. BUT if you liked my last story, you should like this one. OR if you're a new reader, you can catch up without having to read Demolition of Life. =], but be free to read and comment that story if you like. Anyways, thanks to savedbymcr15 for helping me with the title for "Did You Come to Stare?" And thank you all for reading and commenting! Fan spots: #1 savedbymcr15 #2 Penitence911 #3 CrAzY #4 pumpkin.pie #5 mcr.is.love. #6 to_pixiedust other fanspots are, indeed, available This is the prologue. (starts out in Mikey's P. O. V.) Gerard wouldn't stop staring at me tonight. It puzzled me as I lied next to Alicia. Me and her are at our house now. First time in forever I've shared a bed with her. I think she's awake, but I don't want to ask. Am I that different? I'm more cheerful, now. I just have different hair and I had laser eye ****ery a few days ago. Why are my thoughts different and confusing.. and jumbled together? Alicia just walked out of the bedroom. I guess my tossing and turning got to her. I love her so much, but she's acting different, like she doesn't love me anymore. I hope that's not the case, I'd kill over her. (end P.O.V.) Alicia walked into the kitchen to fix her a cup of water, Maybe I should have let Mikey stay at Gerard's. He seemed happier over there. She sighed and took a sip of the water. I mean of course, I'm his wife, I should make him happy. But, how can I do that when I'm not. I know I'm not depressed, I just don't like how he has changed. She lingered over to the table. We didn't bring him back home to sit and stare at the newness gleaming off of him. We just wanted him to come home, start all over.. Well, where we left off.. What do you guys think?? I'm kind of nervous, actually.