The day I first laid eyes on Layla Rea Burke; my mask cracked. My control slipped. Suddenly it all meant less, my company, status, etc. Proving a point to the silver spoon fed family I came from, all I could see is her. All I could think of was her. In an instant she wiped all other touches from my skin, goals and morality from my mind. She became my anchor, the thing I could focus on to keep me level. Except I didn’t stay… level. She drew out all that obsessive intensity I had suppressed. She slipped off my mask that day, laid me bare. Something about her was so raw and delicate. Her scars
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