DAMIEN’S POV
I stay frozen on the spot for what seems like minutes as I see Layla’s small figure standing in front of me.
Her hair was tied in a messy bun as she stood in her PJs. Her tear stained face only explained one thing.
She heard everything I just said and now she’s questioning everything.
Her thoughts are on display. She’s questioning if what we had was real. She’s questioning our friendship, and everything we shared
She’s asking if everything was a lie. If she was just a pawn in this game I was playing.
But I wasn’t playing games, hell I would never play games with Layla.
She’s the only real thing in my life right now. The only reality I can hold on to and I swear on everything I stand for I will continue to prove that till the day I take my last breath.
But the look in
