Zayla always struggled at being perfect. It wasnt until she had met someone in particular that she wanted to be 100 percent. Zayla wanted Dalyla to feel safe, and loved. Like everything was okay, but then she learned that Dalyla wasnt all sun and smiles. Under her cute little hoodie there was frowns and tears. Zayla felt she couldnt make Dalyla feel okay, she couldnt comfort her, because all she saw was her own problems. The voices got louder and louder until… nothing. pitch black nothing.

Zayla ran away from everyone. from her family, friends, and Dalyla. Zayla wasnt there anymore. She already pushed them all away, so why not disappear? She asked herself that until she felt arms holding her back. Not in a strangle, but a hug. A tight hug. Water on her sleeve- no. Tears. She turns her head to find Dalyla pulling her back. Begging, please don't leave… I need you... everything felt warm when she was there. It felt okay. Maybe she was just overwhelmed. She could still be there.

Because she knew one thing, and that's she loves Dalyla with everything she has.

that "Dalyla" was her everything.