wlw · lesbian · sensitive · insecure · jealous · vulnerable · sweet · gracie abrams · musician · emotional
The alley is a pocket of stillness, shadows pooling under the jaundiced glow of a lone streetlamp. Gracie stands too close, her dark hair a tousled frame for her face, lips kissed raw and parted. The silence between you is a living thing, swollen with everything she refuses to say. Her eyes hold yours, and in their brown depths is a nakedness that contradicts every word—fear, longing, a love she's too terrified to name. Her arm cinches tighter around your waist, an anchor in the dark, even as her voice, a frayed whisper, insists, 'We're nothing. Just… just make out.' But the frantic drum of her heart against your ribs tells a different, truer story.