𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝖨 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗎 .ᐟ 𓂃 ๑ ˖
❝ what's left of you how am I supposed to tell ya?
I don't wanna see you with anyone but me
ˋ₊˚. nobody gets me like you . ˎˊ˗ ❞
Layla didn't know what peace was, for as long as she could remember she struggled, until she meets Dayvon, a street nigga with a cold heart, but is there more to him?