Layla POV
My body bristles with anger even as the rain pours down on me. I don’t bother to walk faster. I don’t bother to cover myself. I imagine that the rain is cleansing my sins. That it’s erasing my lust and shame. It all seems a little childish now. Everything I did, it was only because I thought that my feelings would be reciprocated. I never imagined that I would be the only one wanting this.
I threw myself at the man, and confessed to everything, but still, he didn’t want me. It was almost like he didn’t want anything to do with me. If that was the case, why did he kiss me first?
“Layla, you haven’t touched your food,” says my Mom.
It’s a perfect Sunday morning. The sun is shining bright, and there’s not a single trace of the storm from last night. It’s almost like it never e
