Layla layed on the ground, and was holding on as long as she could, but it was to late her illness had gotten to her. All she could think about was Lance, and how she wished she see him again, but none of that mattered now. Her life was finally coming to an end, and their was no more Layla, and the last of her race will die with her.
She smiled right before she died, because she knew it was the end, but finally her pain would end, and this life would not bother her no more. All her dreams faded away, and soon she layed on the ground died, but her body did not go hard, and it stayed as if it were still alive, and she never would wake again.