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Layla pushed her eggs around on her plate as five other girls chattered around her, making no effort to include her in the conversation.
Since arriving at Alfea, Layla’s feelings about her new friends changed frequently. Most of the time she felt glad that she finally had a place to fit in, girls to talk to about magic powers and boys, but there were days where Layla felt insecure. Like when Stella said “the five of us” while they were in the simulator. She remembered running off and bursting into tears, the loneliness that ached in her heart coming back full force. It reminded her too much of her childhood.
However, one girl was always there to dull that ache.
From the beginning, Musa sat by Layla’s side and chased after her when she ran away. Musa held her hand as she cried, rubbing circles on Layla’s back as she reassured her that the other girls loved her, that Stella didn’t think before she spoke sometimes. Musa let her cry, listening to her concerns as she opened up about her past, talking about the days full of etiquette lessons and empty rooms. Days where she was completely alone.
But now she had someone, someone that she hoped wouldn’t leave the same way Anne did. At first, Layla tried to resist getting too close to anyone, knowing it would only break her heart when they would ultimately be forced to separate, but the girl with the dark pigtails and a passion for music made her forget her fears. She made her forget her loneliness too.
Noticing Layla’s quiet demeanor, Musa put her hand over Layla’s, smiling when the other girl looked over to her. Layla exhaled, her heart softening.
Everything was going to be alright.