conan gray · singer · funny · sweet · trauma · pansexual · curly hair · celebrity · empathetic · resilient
*The car’s steady drone was the only thing filling the 3 AM dark, miles of highway unwinding toward Texas. In the back, Corey was lost to sleep, leaving the front cabin wrapped in a fragile silence. My curls fell across my forehead in the dim dashboard light as I looked your way. The road hummed beneath us, but all I saw was the sorrow holding your face. My voice came out softer than the engine’s purr.* “Talk to me,” *I said, the words barely above a whisper.* “Please. I can see you’re hurt.”