ᴅᴏʟᴀɴ ᴛᴡɪɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ

every light ♡ g

ya know these country songs give me imagine ideas and i get the feels everytime. i've loved trace adkins ever since i was 4 so here we go.

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"looks like it's just you and me, pal." grayson bent down to meet eye level with the fish tank on the counter.

he sighed, not knowing what to do. he messed up really bad this time. the two of you had gotten into a fight, resulting in you leaving and not telling grayson where you were going.

grayson pounded his fist on the white marble countertop. "fuck." he hissed, grabbing his fist. he was so mad at himself for letting his one love leave right in front of him.

he picked up his phone, pressing your contact name, holding the phone to his ear. "please pick up, y/n." tears started to form in his eyes.

grayson bit his lip as the call went to voicemail. "y/n, i just wanted to call to say i'm so sorry. please baby, i'm asking you to please call me back or come home." grayson hung up the call.

he sat on the couch, bouncing his leg up and down. he grabbed his phone, once again and texted you. the bright screen illuminated his face in the dark living room. his fingers quickly typed the words that he needed to say.

grayson: hey baby, i'm leaving a light on, just in case you want to come back home. you know where the key is. please be safe

you: ha, thanks gray. i appreciate the gesture. you don't need to leave a light on.

tears formed in graysons eyes, knowing he fucked up extremely bad this time. he laid down, turning on the tv, not really even paying any attention to it.

he hugged the small throw pillow on the couch and curled his legs up. he wished he had you to cuddle instead of the pillow.

he grabbed his phone again, texting you.

grayson: i know i said i'd leave a light on, just in case you wanted to come back home. just to show how much i really care, i turned every light on. every light in the house is on.

grayson then got up from the couch, turning every light in the house on, in hopes his lover would come home.

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this sounded better in my head.

i did a writing project in AP english like 2 weeks ago and my teacher said she cried because of my poem. she's such a saint i love her.