"You shouldn't be drinking and driving," I told her, the beginning feeling of my panic starting to build.

She chuckled, though there was no humour. "You're so innocent. That's good. That's good."

"Layla?"

She took another drink of it. "Yeah?"

"Please don't drink and drive."

She shook her head, forcing a smile, keeping her eyes on the road, but her smile was wavering. "I have to."

"Why?" I asked, not yet realizing what she meant.

"It's the only thing that makes me happy."

I raised an eyebrow. "I don't make you happy?"

She shook her head. "You make me happy when I don't want to be."

"Why don't you want to be happy?"

"'Cause it makes this so much harder," she choked out.

"M—make what harder?"

"Don't be scared," she told me, not looking at me. "I won't hurt you."

"Make what harder?"

We drove past the theatre. The car was speeding up.

"Please don't hate me."

I felt chills rush through my body and my eyes starting to get wet. "I never will. Just tell me what's wrong."

She only drove faster.

~*~

Song: Halsey - Eyes Closed (cover by Rosé)

Thanks, lovelies,
Nuela <3