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DECEMBER 8 2014

'COME BACK...BE HERE' - TAYLOR SWIFT'S PLEA TO HER MISSING FIANCÉ

It has been almost one whole month since Formula One racer Noah Mills was officially declared 'missing' by the New York Police Department on November 10th. Detectives working on the case maintain that they are making progress, despite not producing any further leads.

In an exclusive interview with Us Weekly, Swift opened up about the heartbreak she has endured over the past month. "I think about him almost everyday." she says, wiping her cheek with a handkerchief. "I miss him too much to be mad any more." When asked about the specific details of their altercation on the night Mills took off, she simply commented "I wish we could go back and remember what we were fighting for."

In spite of Swift's evident grief-stricken state of mind, recent rumours have sparked claiming that she is already back on the dating scene. Swift dismissed these rumours immediately as nothing but absurd and ridiculous tabloid lies.

The NYPD has widened their field of investigation, moving the case beyond state borders into a nation-wide man-hunt. As the search for Mills continues, Swift concluded the interview with a desperate and heartfelt plea to her missing fiancé; "Come back...be here..."

***

Taylor stands with her heels perched precariously on the cemetery soil; a bouquet of blue orchids in her hands. The raindrops patter on her baby blue umbrella as she casts her eyes below her with dismay.

"My dear Noah...you should've said no. Ariana of all people? I'm disappointed to say the least. You could do better."

She stoops and places the bouquet neatly on top of the mound of earth. "Before I go, tell me this: was she worth it? Was she worth this? I don't think so."

Taylor blows a kiss to the rain and struts daintily down the gravel path to the gates, where a black Chrysler is waiting for her. She folds her umbrella and climbs into the back seat.

"Where to, Miss Swift?" Mendes chimes from the driver's seat.

She reapplies her lipstick and admires her reflection in the rain-drizzled window. "To business, dear Mendes."

***

Sean and Selena pace the puddle-dashed pavements of outer New York, shielded by their flapping trench coats.

"Well, you've really done it this time, haven't you O'Pry?" Selena growls. "Leaving that note behind...your carelessness has probably cost us our cover..."

"I'm sure she won't find it." Sean assures her.

"You might have exposed our entire operation!" Selena's growl grows to a hysterical wail. "We were so close to uncovering the truth, and you blew it!"

They turn the corner to Sean's apartment block and shelter under the porch.

"I'm sorry, Selena." he says sincerely. "I should have been more careful."

Selena folds her arms and stares blankly into the distance. "Well on the bright side, I heard your article was very good."

"The one on the VS Fashion Show? Thank you."

Before he inserts the key into the door, Sean takes the opportunity to check his mail. There is a single red envelope waiting for him in his mailbox.

"A scarlet letter?" Selena raises an eyebrow. "How many girls are you playing?"

Sean tears the envelope open and reads the contents aloud: