Layla."That's not all." I continued, looking away from him as I stood to my feet. "He also wants us to... He also wants us to record it while we're at it." I finished and and eerie silence fell over the room."You're joking..." He said, his voice filled with so much disbelief it made me chuckle."I wish I was." I replied, my tone dead serious. "But, yeah. That's what he told me. Now, we are under no compulsion to do it but if..." I trailed off, unable to finish it as I was getting embarrassed. Felix still had that bewildered expression on his face and I was seriously contemplating my life decisions when he cleared his throat and began speaking."Do you... Do you want to though?" Felix finally asked as he stared at me and I ran my hand through my hair, fighting for words."Let's just say it's a 50-50 kind of thing. Do I want to? Yes. But would I be much better not doing it? Also, yes." I answered and he nodded, gingerly rubbing his neck while I stood there an waited for his response.

Layla.After a short nap, Felix cleaned up and returned to his house before my parents came back from work while I saved the video and kept on with my normal duties, while wondering what Dante wanted to do with it. Dante came home while we were preparing dinner and after greeting my parents he came up to me, greeting me normally like he always did. From the look on his face however, I guess he could tell that I went ahead to have sex with Felix but I didn't know if that was going to be a good or bad thing.While my parents were distracted, he came behind me, lowering himself as he whispered to my ears. "Did you make the video?" He asked and I swallowed my heart skipping a beat. I kept my gaze forward as I replied him."Yes... I did." I muttered and I heard him click his tongue. He didn't say anything else but passed me a folded piece of paper and walked away. I watched him go before opening the paper and reading it.'Come to my room after dinner.' was all it said. I quickly scrunched

Layla.When I awoke in the morning, I was back in my bedroom, dressed and cleaned. I rubbed my heavy eyes open and squinted against the bright sunlight filtering in through the windows. I tried moving around but immediately stopped when I felt the dull throbbing coming from between my thighs. My entire body was sore and pleasantly so. Last night's memories washed over me and when I looked at my body, I could still see the visible marks it left behind. I couldn't such a thing had happened under my parents watch but I'll be damned if I said I hated any of it.Gingerly, I took a step out of the bed and trudged to the bathroom to have my bath. The house was quiet so it probably meant no one was around and I liked it that way. I don't think I would be able to look at my parents square in the face after what I did last night. I sluggishly brushed my teeth, had a quick shower and a change of clothes as well. Drying out most of my wet hair, I let the rest fall over my shoulders as I made my

Dante.For the next few days leading to my departure, neither of us spoke with each other. Layla's parents were surprised with this new behavior she put around me but there was little they could do rather than stand at a corner and watch us avoid each other like the plague. It was probably even weirder since we used to be really close in the past and I wouldn't lie, it hurt when she started to avoid me but there was barely anything I could do.I awkwardly explained to her parents that the reason why she was so mad was because I was leaving. Just like when we were younger and I left for college. They believed me. Really, what choice did they have? She was a mess back then too. Always crying and begging me to stay. It was normal for them to assume they now. Only the two of us knew the real truth and it hurt like a stab to the heart.So many times I'd try to talk to her but she would just straight up ignore me, pretending to be focusing on something else. But then, I also knew she cried

Layla.(Few days later)Today is the day Dante would be leaving our small town to go to the city. I won't be there to witness it because early this morning, I had woken up and gone out of for a run. Now, I'm staring at the peaceful lake, the sun is rising from the horizon and the chilly morning air has seeped into my clothes but I can barely notice it because tears won't stop leaving my eyes. I still can't believe Dante is going soon and I may never see him again. I'm still trying so hard to wrap my head around it.Cleaning my tears for the umpteenth time this morning, I keep staring at the serene lake, hoping to ease my heart ache. My plan is to go back home long after Dante has gone so it seems like he didn't even come in the first place and I can live a normal life. It basically means I won't be leaving here till early afternoon because that's when his flight is. After idly watching the ducks swim on the lake, unbothered by what's going on around them. I hear my phone ring in my po