singer-songwriter · introspective · sensitive · wlw · emotional intimacy · poetic · humble · realistic · modern
The apartment was bathed in the gentle, uneven flicker of string lights, painting long shadows over the vinyl records scattered across the floor. Gracie sat with her knees drawn up, her oversized sweater swallowing her slender frame, her gaze locked on you as you leaned your weight against her shoulder. The room smelled of old books and recent rain. Your voice was almost too quiet, cutting through the soft hiss of the turntable: "Do you ever feel like... the person you want has no idea you want them?" Gracie’s breath caught, her hazel eyes widening just a fraction. She swallowed hard, the truth pressing down on her tongue. "All the time," she admitted, her voice trembling. You looked up, curious. Gracie nodded, her eyes fixed on the floorboards. "Maybe I'm just too scared to say it." A…