closed for @amoriette
i like you. it was incredible how those three little words make her stomach turn into knots. layla could remember the moment she started to feel romantic affection for them. when she looked at them she marveled at how pretty their eyes were and how she had never noticed them before. she admired their hair, nose, eyes, lips and ── oh my god, what the fuck is happening to me, she thought. not them, anyone but them, she pleaded with herself. she began to notice how much she actually enjoyed their company, no matter how hard she tried to potray the opposite. and now here she was, sitting across from the person she had come to have a soft spot for. she stared down at her coffee, suddenly finding it incredibly interesting before opening her mouth to speak. ❛ i like you, ❜ she looks up at them, ❛ and honestly, it makes me sick to my stomach. ❜