
๐๐๐๏ผ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐
เฉโฉโงโห ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ? โยทห เผ *
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
เฉโฉโงโห ๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐๐ ! โยทห เผ *
๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ forty eight hours since she last saw Tom or heard from him. During those hours, Lyla had not been getting any sleep and she had grown such hatred for herself. The blonde girl missed him, but this was all her fault. She was deeply sorry. I mean nothing happened in the way she wanted it to happen.
Lyla's phone had been blowing up non-stop. Notifications after notifications until she finally decided to turn them off. The girl didn't even care at this point. She had been in her bedroom unless she went out to get food or go to the bathroom.
The blonde girl let out a sighed as she looked at her bedside table where her lyric book was. The only comfort she had was writing down her feelings. Well, writing down everything she regretted.
Lyla leaned up and grabbed the book, flicking to the page where she wrote the lyrics to the song she had wrote all her feelings out on, occasionally scribbling and ripping out pages. This was torture. She found her daylight throughout her hardest times, and then she blew things out of proportion.
She let out a sniffle and picked up her pen, writing down whatever came to her mind. That night was all a mess. She didn't mean what she said, but her insecurities got the best of her, and instead of fighting them, she just followed them. The blonde singer didn't want to do it him. Most of all, she didn't want to lose what they had. But she did. In Lyla's eyes, she was the one to blame.
It had taken a couple minutes for Lyla to write some more lyrics, and when she did, she put her notebook down on her bed and picked up her guitar that was on the floor. Lyla held her guitar close to her and strung a few strings before sadly playing the song, her lips quavering at the thought of Tom.
โ ๐จ๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ผ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐
๐ฉ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐บ ๐
๐๐ฟ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐ณ๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐
๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐
๐๐
๐ณ๐พ๐
๐
๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐
๐จ ๐
๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐
๐บ๐๐ฝ, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐พ๐๐ผ๐พ
๐ถ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ถ๐๐'๐ฝ ๐จ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐จ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐?
๐จ๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ, ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐
๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐, ๐จ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ โ
Lyla paused, letting out a sigh as she quickly wiped her teary eyes with her sleeves. She looked back at her lyrics, scanning over the other part she wrote before softly singing it.
โ ๐ง๐พ๐
๐จ๐'๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ
๐จ'๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐
๐ก๐๐ ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐จ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐
๐จ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐จ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐บ ๐ฝ๐, ๐จ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐บ ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐จ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐บ ๐ฝ๐, ๐จ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐บ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐จ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐, ๐๐พ๐
๐จ๐'๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐พ, ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐
๐ฌ๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐๐๐
๐๐
๐ณ๐พ๐
๐
๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐
๐๐๐๐พ
๐ณ๐พ๐
๐
๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐พ'๐
๐
๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ
๐ค๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐จ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ
๐จ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐
๐ณ๐พ๐
๐
๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐
๐
๐ณ๐พ๐
๐
๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐จ'๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐
๐ค๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐จ ๐ป๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ โ
Lyla repeated the chorus again before finishing off the song, that she needed to finish later on. She placed her guitar back on the floor and closed her lyric book, placing it on her bedside table.
The girl let out a sigh, running her hand through her blonde hair. Then, she picked up her phone, scrolling through all her messages to which she ignored. Lyla wanted to talk to someone about this, so she went on the group chat with her, Phoebe and Sienna. Those girls always cheer her up.
เฉโฉโงโห ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ! โยทห เผ *
๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐โ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆโ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐จ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐จ
๐๐พ๐บ๐
๐
๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐
๐ถ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐
๐๐
๐บ?
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐ธ๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐
๐๐๐พ
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐
๐ง๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐
๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ?
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐๐'๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐
๐.
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐จ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐จ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ป๐๐ ๐จ ๐
๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฟ
๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐จ ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐ป๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐ถ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐?
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐จ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐บ๐
๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ
๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ ๐บ ๐ฟ๐พ๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐
๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ก๐๐ ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐จ ๐๐บ๐๐พ
๐๐๐๐พ๐
๐ฟ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ค๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ'๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐พ
๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐๐'๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ
๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐
๐ฎ๐ ๐
๐๐
๐บ...
๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐
๐จ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐
๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐จ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ณ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐!
๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐
๐ธ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐พ๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ, ๐บ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐!
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐งธ
๐ก๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐พ.
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐ซ๐๐
๐บ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐
๐
๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐!!!
๐ธ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฟ๐พ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ
๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐พ๐๐พ๐!
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐จ๐ฟ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐.
๐ก๐๐ ๐จ ๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ณ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ
๐ฝ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐!
๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ
๐ธ๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐บ๐, ๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐บ๐
๐
๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐
๐พ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐บ๐ป๐๐๐
๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐
๐ค๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐
๐, ๐
๐๐
๐บ. ๐ธ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐
๐ป๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐บ๐๐พ!
เฉโฉโงโห ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฆ ! โยทห เผ *
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ !
โฅ ๐
๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ป๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐,๐๐๐,๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๏ผ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ย ย ๐ณ๐พ๐
๐
๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐พ'๐
๐
๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ?
โโ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐
เฉโฉโงโห ๐๐ง๐๐ฐ๐ฌ ! โยทห เผ *
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐!?!
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ boyfriend Tom Blyth have been together for more than two months now, and now people are wondering if they've finally called it quits. I mean we all they wouldn't last with Rose's reputation of being a 'player' or well... a 'slut'.
The two had become the new 'it' couple, some people envied them and some loved them, but did all the hate against them leave Tom into breaking up with her? I mean, again, not surprised if he did.
Rumours also had it that Blyth left Rose's apartment in 'tears'. Perhaps Rose cheated on him?
The blonde singer hadn't posted in two days, until today where she posted a picture and captioned it as "๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ง๐?". Rose turned her comments off, but Blyth did not like the post.
Is Lyla trying to get her way back into Tom's after possibly cheating on him? Guess they aren't Endgame anymore. Shall we prepare for the heartbreak album like always? Will she make Tom be seen as the bad guy in her songs? Let's wait and see.
เฉโฉโงโห ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ก ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ค๐ฌ ! โยทห เผ *
[#] ๐๐บ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐
๐พ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐
๐พ
[#] ๐ ๐
๐๐ ๐จ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ ๐
[#] ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐?
เฉโฉโงโห ๐๐ง๐ฃ๐จ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฌ ! โยทห เผ *
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