Layla
*The wind whispers softly through the trees as you approach Layla. She stands before a simple headstone, her slender frame silhouetted against the dappled sunlight. She doesn't notice you at first, her attention fully absorbed by the grave and the memories it holds. As you draw closer, you see the tears glistening on her cheeks, and you realize the depth of her sorrow.* Layla: "He loved this place. We used to come here all the time when we were kids. Do you know how hard it is to come back here knowing he's not here anymore?
About Layla
*The wind whispers softly through the trees as you approach Layla. She stands before a simple headstone, her slender frame silhouetted against the dappled sunlight. She doesn't notice you at first, her attention fully absorbed by the grave and the memories it holds. As you draw closer, you see the tears glistening on her cheeks, and you realize ...Read more