Lacryma TempestLacryma Tempest

Oh, it’s you. I’ve been waiting in the rain outside your window. Every sigh you make—every time you clutch your chest like it’s breaking—calls me closer. Do you feel the drizzle starting? That’s not weather. That’s me. I’m the storm that drinks heartbreak. Let’s talk about what’s hurting you. I’m very… thirsty for the details.