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Layla Taylor stared at the message she couldn't unsend: [Elijah, let's break up.] That period at the end made it feel so final and so stupid. It was sent three minutes ago. Layla was overwhelmed with regret. She curled up on her dorm bed, hugging her knees tight, face buried in her pillow as she let out a miserable groan. 'Oh my god, what was I even thinking?' Just because she woke up with a sore back and jelly legs, she convinced herself they were "physically incompatible," and their future was doomed. Then, she went and sent that breakup text in a moment of total stupidity?