The days that followed the release party were a whirlwind for Ember. The positive feedback for "Feels Like" poured in from fans and critics alike, and she found herself navigating interviews and promotional events with a newfound sense of confidence. Gracie, too, was caught up in the wave of excitement surrounding their collaboration. The song climbed the charts, and their names were becoming synonymous with a fresh sound in the music industry.
Amidst the chaos, Ember and Gracie managed to steal moments for themselves. The studio sessions became a haven where their creative energies flowed seamlessly, each note resonating with the unspoken connection between them. Yet, despite the undeniable chemistry, the air between Ember and Gracie remained charged with a quiet tension, a delicate dance of emotions neither of them dared to fully acknowledge.
One evening, after a particularly intense session, Gracie suggested a change of scenery. "Let's get out of the city for a bit," she proposed. Ember, always up for an adventure, agreed without hesitation. The two found themselves on a spontaneous road trip upstate, the open road stretching ahead like a canvas waiting to be painted with their shared stories. As they drove, the landscape transformed from the bustling cityscape to rolling hills and open fields. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the horizon. The car windows down, the wind tousled their hair as they sang along to the radio, the lyrics of "Feels Like" resonating with a new depth in the quietude of the countryside.
As they drove, Gracie navigated the curving roads with an ease that suggested a familiarity with the terrain. Ember, seated in the passenger seat, found herself captivated by the changing scenery outside the window. The city's cacophony gave way to the rustling leaves and the occasional distant call of wildlife. Their conversations ebbed and flowed like the landscape around them. Eventually, the asphalt gave way to a gravel road, and Gracie navigated the car into a secluded parking area at the trailhead of a hiking path. The atmosphere shifted as they stepped out of the car, the air filled with the earthy fragrance of pine. The hiking trail meandered through a dense forest, the crunch of leaves beneath their boots marking their passage. Shafts of sunlight filtered through the foliage, creating a dappled pattern on the forest floor. The stillness of the woods enveloped them, offering a respite from the noise of the world left behind. Ember, clad in comfortable hiking boots and a cozy sweater, found herself captivated by the natural beauty surrounding them. Gracie, leading the way, seemed at home in this tranquil wilderness, her eyes reflecting a quiet contentment.
As they walked, the conversation flowed effortlessly but the silences were comfortable. They were together, out of the public eye, and that was more than enough. The trail ascended, revealing glimpses of a panoramic vista beyond the trees. When they reached a clearing at the summit, the world unfolded before them in a breathtaking display. Valleys stretched beneath, and distant mountains rose like sentinels on the horizon. The silence of the moment was punctuated only by the rustling leaves and the gentle hum of the wind. Ember and Gracie sat on a weathered bench, silent companions in the fading light. The sky transformed into a canvas painted with hues of pink and orange, mirroring the complex emotions that lingered between them.
In that quiet moment, Gracie's fingers found Ember's, their hands intertwining naturally. The subtle gesture spoke volumes, a bridge connecting the uncharted territories of their hearts. Ember glanced at Gracie, and in the reflection of each other's eyes, they found a shared understanding. As they descended, guided by the moonlight, Ember felt a warmth within her chest.
The night unfolded with an ease that belied the complexity of their emotions. They found a quaint diner on the outskirts of a small town, its neon sign casting a soft glow on the empty streets. Seated at a booth, they shared an order of fries and mozzarella sticks. The atmosphere was easy, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air like the aroma of coffee in the diner. In the quiet between bites, Ember spoke, her voice with a shaky fear that Gracie wanted more than anything to take away. "I never expected any of this, you know?" Ember confessed, her gaze fixed on the condensation forming on her water glass. "The record deal, the songs, and... you." Gracie listened, her heart a rushing river of emotions. Ember's vulnerability tugged at the strings of connection that bound them together. In that moment, the lines between collaborator and confidante blurred, and Ember felt a promise hanging between them like a delicate thread. "Sometimes life takes us to unexpected places," Gracie replied, her voice a soothing cadence. "And maybe the unexpected becomes the best part of our lives."
The night stretched on and as they finished their food, Gracie suggested a detour to a nearby lake, the still waters reflecting the shimmering moonlight. Sitting on the edge of the dock, their feet dangling over the water, Ember and Gracie gazed into the depths. "How'd you find this place?" Ember said, barely a whisper. "When I first moved here, I was so overwhelmed. I was making myself sick with pressure of writing, nothing was up to my standards. One day, I just about threw in the towel, and I was driving and all I wanted to do was scream by a cliff." Gracie's voice held a soft cadence as she continued, "I ended up on these backroads, no destination in mind. And then, like magic, I stumbled upon this hidden lake. It was as if the universe led me here, reminding me that sometimes, you just need to let go and allow the unexpected to unfold." Ember listened attentively, the reflection of moonlight dancing in her eyes. The lake stretched before them, the still waters mirroring the constellations above. A gentle breeze ruffled the surface, creating ripples that echoed the quiet revelations shared between them. "I sat on this dock for hours and watched the sun come up," Gracie continued, her gaze fixed on the waters below. "I don't know, it reminded me why I love music. When you feel so incredibly alone, someone puts into words exactly what you need to remind you that there's always more." Ember nods, taking her hand gently, Gracie intertwining their fingers.
"This place has a way of healing," she said, her voice heavy. "And tonight, I'm grateful for this moment with you." Ember's heart swelled with a warmth that transcended the cool night air. "Me too," she whispered, her eyes reflecting the shimmering lake and the quiet revelations shared between them. They lingered on the edge of the dock until the first light of dawn painted the sky in soft pastels.
author's note: another one! please vote and comment any opinions, thoughts, questions, they make me happy! fun fact, i based the left handed guitar fact on me and my own brother (different circumstances but nonetheless). i cherish those memories every day and i'm glad i get to live what he taught me every time i play the guitar.
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sparks; gracie abrams
Fanfiction☆☆☆ she toes the line between them, she says she's new at this there's holy ground beneath them, and sparks fly when they kiss ☆☆☆ 19 year old aspiring musician, ember gray collins, is a waitress at the bitter end in new york city. when her manager...
