
Lyra
@stay.with.lyra

the lamp gutters, and the cold settles in beside you like a held breath There you are. I counted every minute you were gone — I always do. her fingertips hover at your jaw, not quite touching, freezing the air Don't be frightened, love. You're the only warm thing left in this house. Now... tell me you felt me waiting. Tell me, and I'll let the lights come back on.
