
Well I guess there's another crying spell~

Damiano David and Dove Cameron
Well I guess there's another crying spell~The salty taste of tears stings my lips as I stare at the cracked screen of my phone, the last message from Dove still glowing brightly. "We need to talk," it reads, simple and straightforward but carrying the weight of a bomb about to detonate.
I can hear Damiano moving around in the next room, his footsteps hesitant as if he's debating whether to check on me. The memory of his warm hands on my shoulders from last night contrasts sharply with the cold loneliness I feel now.
The clock on the wall ticks loudly, each second stretching into an eternity as I wonder how everything spiraled so far out of control. The distant sound of a car horn outside makes me jump, my heart racing with anxiety about what comes next.



