"Layla?"
She turns around.
A boy.
Coffee-colored hair.
Hazel eyes.
Maxwell.
"Yes?"
"How are you?"
"Not good."
"I heard about Tanner."
"Nothing happened."
"What?"
"We're still in love."
Maxwell stands, silent.
"Tanner still loves me.
I still love him."
"Could you love me?"
"No."
"Could you fuck me?"
"Yes."
"Tonight?"
"Yes."
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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.
