"Sophia,Layla whatever it is you'd prefer to be called, please don't do this. Please don't do this too me I ...I can't live without you." She looks up at me warily and drops the knife and as it clatters to the floor I sit on the chair nearest the bed and sigh. I've never been so scared. Suddenly she crawls over to me and climbs into my lap. I gaze into her eyes shock written over my face. "Please just hold me I'm so scared and no-one has cared for me the way you have" She says sadly. I wrap my arms around her as she digs her head into my neck I rest my chin atop her head and let out a breath I'm unaware I was holding. "I really hope your my Layla" I say aloud "me too..tell me about her" She says quietly. So as I stroke her hair to comfort her I tell her the story of a lost love.
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The past is my prison
RomanceWhen Prem lost Layla he thought he'd never live again he saw her killed in front of his eyes then burnt while he sat tied to a chair tears rolling down his face. When Prem finally escapes he has no reason to live but his sister Aaraliyah fights to k...
