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Patrick Bateman: sad?fluff?

!NOT MY WORK I REPEAT THIS IS NOT MY STORY,it's my friend,Emily's,story

☬Reflections of the Heart☬

In the heart of Manhattan, where the skyline pierced the clouds and the streets pulsed with a frenetic energy, Patrick Bateman was a man of contradictions. By day, he was a high-powered investment banker, impeccably dressed and perfectly polished, moving through the world with a cold, calculated grace. By night, however, he grappled with the darkness that simmered beneath his surface, a shadow that threatened to consume him.

His fiancée, Y/N, was a vibrant presence in his life. With an infectious laugh and an insatiable curiosity, she brought warmth to Patrick's meticulously curated world. They met at an exclusive art gallery opening, where Y/N captivated him with her passion for creativity and her insightful observations about the pieces on display. Patrick found her refreshing-an anomaly in the sea of superficiality that surrounded him.

As their relationship blossomed, Y/N began to notice the subtle cracks in Patrick's façade. He was charming and attentive, but there were moments when a flicker of something darker crossed his eyes-a fleeting glimpse of the man behind the mask. She brushed it off as stress from work, rationalizing his occasional detachment as the pressures of his high-stakes career.

One evening, as they dined at an upscale restaurant, Y/N leaned across the table, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What's your favorite memory from childhood?" she asked, genuinely curious.

Patrick paused, his mind racing. He had perfected the art of storytelling, but this was different. He could feel the weight of honesty pressing against him. He thought of his privileged upbringing, the countless trophies and accolades, but the memories were clouded by a sense of emptiness. Instead, he smiled, masking the tumult within. "I used to love going to my father's office. The power in that building was intoxicating."

Y/N smiled back, but her expression was tinged with concern. "You know, you can share more with me. I'm here for you, Patrick."

In that moment, he felt a pang of something he rarely acknowledged-vulnerability. He wanted to let her in, to share the chaos that brewed inside him, but the fear of losing her kept him silent.

Days turned into weeks, and their wedding plans took shape. Y/N was enthralled by the idea of a grand celebration, but Patrick found himself increasingly distracted, his mind drifting to darker thoughts and impulses he could hardly control. The allure of his double life grew stronger; the thrill of his secret escapades intertwined with the mundane reality of wedding preparations.

One night, after a particularly violent episode, Patrick returned home, bloodied and shaken. He was met with the soft glow of candlelight and the soothing scent of Y/N's favorite lavender. She stood in the living room, an angelic figure against the shadows.

"Patrick?" she called, concern lacing her voice. "Is everything okay?"

He froze, torn between the urge to confide in her and the instinct to protect her from his darkness. "Yeah, just a tough day at work," he lied, forcing a smile.

Y/N stepped closer, her eyes searching what she could see if his eyes,his body hidden in the shadows "You can tell me the truth. I love you, and I want to understand."

For a moment, the walls he had built around his heart began to crumble. He could see the genuine love in her eyes, a beacon of light in his murky existence. But just as quickly, the fear took hold, and he retreated behind his mask.

"I'm fine," he said, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. "Let's focus on the wedding."

As the days passed, the tension between them grew. Y/N sensed the distance, and despite her attempts to bridge the gap, Patrick remained ensnared in his own web of deceit and darkness. The wedding day arrived, a lavish affair that sparkled with the promise of a new beginning, yet Patrick felt a storm brewing inside him.

As they exchanged vows, Y/N looked into his eyes, searching for the man she had fallen in love with. But in that moment, he felt a chasm between them, one that no amount of love could bridge. The vows echoed in his ears, but the words felt hollow, overshadowed by the secrets he could never share.

In the end, Patrick Bateman stood at the altar, a man split in two-one half yearning for redemption, the other lost in the abyss. As the guests erupted in applause, he forced a smile, masking the turmoil within, knowing that the true battle lay ahead.

In the world of glitz and glamour, love was supposed to conquer all. But for Patrick and Y/N, the reflection in the mirror was a haunting reminder of the complexities that lay beneath the surface, a struggle between light and dark that would forever shape their fate.
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Sooo...we(me and Emily)clearly have different styles of writing,she's more into #depressingstories and I'm more lenient towards *cough*intimate storys*looks around wildly* who said that?!?

Anywhooo, comment if you liked this story of hers and if you wanna read more because she doesn't have Wattpad nor Tumblr so she doesn't post them herself,but,I cannnn