Before her life of pimping began, she was a normal, simple girl: hardworking, quiet, and sweet. She planned to live a life at the merchant guild, Love and Lucky. Maybe get married to a man. Bore children. To most, the outline of her plans went exactly as planned: marry, have children.
But the truth lies within. She may have married, but love was only thriving in the beginning. Roses were wilting by the time she had Lucy, as many times their voices rose to reverberate against the thick walls of the estate. Her husband never dared to question or comfort her whining about the stuffy dresses and the constricting corsets. Servants, people she hired to care for her, did it for free.
The darkness seemed to infiltrate her husband's face as he was stressed and working, but she enjoyed the moments when his smile stretched miles and the crinkle in his eyes remained. Layla enjoyed those days when he would buy her flowers and bring Lucy out to play in the garden as he watched- with loving, caring eyes. She knew that those eyes would change once she left, but knew little Lucy could withstand it. After all, she was a Heartfilia.
Heartfilia's don't cry, they brave the waves as long as they could.
Waves. The waves would protect hrs, the ocean would be calming. She would be her second mother and take care of herself. She trusted her wholly.
Yes, Lucy would be protected.
With that happy thought, Layla drifted into the abyss- along with the cries of loved ones.