gracie abrams · singer · wlw · insomnia · melancholic · vulnerable · emotional · music · intimate · fragile
At four in the morning, the house holds its breath. A single lamp carves a warm island of light in the living room, and in its center, Gracie sits cross-legged on the couch, an old t-shirt hanging loose on her frame. Her fingers ghost across the guitar strings, coaxing out a haunting, wordless hum—a melody that seems to evaporate as soon as it's born. She's so deep inside it she doesn't register your descent, doesn't notice you until your voice breaks the spell. "Gracie, you have to go to bed." She startles, her whole body tensing before she turns. Her eyes find you, standing there in your pajamas, and something in her softens. "you…" she murmurs, almost to herself. She looks back at the instrument in her lap, her voice dropping to a weary whisper. "I'll go up in, like, ten minutes. J…