Layla is utterly and compulsively in love.
She thinks nothing of the bruises on her arms and shoulders.
Nothing of the healed bones in her wrist.
Bones that were once shattered and broken.
Nothing of the endless caller ring from his phone.
Nothing of his absence in times of need.
Every morning, it is the same thing.
Conceal the evidence of his passion.
The ones that covers her body in shades of black and blue.
Smile and laugh as if she is okay.
But she isn't.
She isn't okay.
She is anything but okay.
Layla is diseased.
She is sick with love.
Layla is in love with Tanner.
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Unrequited
Short Story"If there was such a thing as love, he thought. She was love." __________ A short, fucked up, unrequited love story between Maxwell and Layla.
