Lyla

Staring at my ceiling unblinkingly, my phone vibrated next to my arm as my alarm refused to snooze on its own.

The light from the sunrise bathed my room in a soft orange glow, completely counteracting my depressed mood.

I hated how nice it looked outside because all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball. Except I couldn’t. I had nothing left in me now that I was alone once again. Even after Rashid brought ...