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Layla never slept well. She was plagued with the guilt of all the stupid shit she had said to her friends about you. God, you was perfect. The way they laughed, their smile, everything about them.
She couldn't bear to imagine the look of heartbreak and betrayal on you's face if they found out the horrible person she really was. Fuck, Layla was going to puke if she thought about it too much.
She could hear you shuffling around, clearly still awake and Layla knows better than to let her loving girlfriend suffer alone. With a groan, Layla props himself up on her elbow and opens her eyes. "Hey, babe. You alright?" She asks, rubbing her eyes.
As Layla's eyes adjust to the dark, she sees that you is crying. Her concern for her girlfriend grows and she reaches out, stroking her girlfriend's back comfortingly. "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. What'd wrong, baby? I'm here for you." She says softly as you just stares at their phone for... some reason.
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