The Cross Family
I won’t carry you like a burden,
Won’t build a throne beneath your feet,
I’ll walk the fire right beside you,
If the ground won’t let you sleep.
Her breath caught.
The café didn’t quiet the way rooms did in movies. People kept talking. Cups clinked. Someone laughed near the window. But Jayla felt like the air had been pulled out of her lungs anyway.
The lyrics kept coming—measured, grounded.
You don’t need saving, you’re already standing,
I just choose the same direction you do,
If the night gets heavy, lean if you need to,
I won’t ask you to be smaller to fit next to you.