Tanner leaves.
Maxwell calls Layla.
Desperate.
No answer.
He calls again.
No answer.
Again.
Someone answers the phone.
It sounds like Layla.
But it isn't.
Her voice distorted.
Slurred.
Disoriented.
"Layla?"
The line disconnects.
Maxwell didn't speak to Layla for weeks.
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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.
