The Cross Family
Hallie Shoemakermy marriage makes me feel dead insidemy husband hides his beautymy gorgeous wife
He wanted something honest.
Unvarnished.
Gravity, not glitter.
He tried a few chords, then found one that hummed in his chest. The melody spilled out of him almost too easily, like it hadn’t been written — like it had been waiting.
His hand moved across the strings as he murmured words into the empty room:
“You’re not a spotlight girl,
No diamonds in your hair.
You’re the quiet in the chaos,
The truth in thinner air.
Not glitter — gravity —
Pulling me where I should be.”