[originally called 'rainy cigs'] i know i said i hated smoking, but it's all i have left.. rainy cigarettes always taste like you. - all rights reserved ©apodiopsis *[lowercase intended]

Standing among the flowers, the rain was a symphony in the background to the soundtrack of their lives. He met her by chance, on the earliest cusp of fall, where the air grew cold and the clothing warm. She was a reckoning he'd never forget, with a name like ambrosia upon his lips - Aster. Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLodv6UH9j8AKsedxgvh-074b0FVsklu6O Cover art credits go to their ORIGINAL artist.