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Layla yawned stepping out from her room it was late at night about 3 o'clock. She couldn't get some sleep so she wanted to grab a glass of milk to help herself.

She was walking to the fridge when she heard a slight noise.

"Who's there?" She mumbled to herself wondering if it was Maddox there but she remembered seeing Maddox a few minutes ago sleeping near her door side. Well Maddox seemed to act clingy to get these days, it seemed as if he liked her a lot

"Then who's it?" She asked herself curiously. She was sure Carla was inside sleeping, they both retired to bed at the same time.

Taking quiet steps towards the kitchen, she saw a male fighter standing by the counter dressed in all black.

"Nolan.." she called softly unsure if he was the one. But Nolan was the only person she knew who loved dressing in black colored clothes as he was mourning someone, she couldn't even recollect if she'd ever seen him wearing colorful clothes. It was always black.

"Hmm," he responded turning to face he