Aydan and Bailey

Aydan and Bailey

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Romance
Aydan Mayer and Bailey Clarke are famous lovers to have resided in the quiet yet lively at night village 'Prospana'. Tina, an aspiring journalist and college student sparked herself a mystery to find after reading a collection of letters and poems dedicated to Aydan and Bailey at the town library. Aydan and Bailey are said to have lived 32 years ago and went their separate ways after a tragic incident and yet meet again to leave behind a legacy. The village head, a friend of theirs dedicated a small premise beside the church which harboured pictures, belongings, memories and a bronze statue for visitors who come to pry, of course it wasn't for free. Tina believes that there is more to the story than a double homicide and they might just be alive somewhere old and wrinkly! She embarks on a mission to find the truth and to prove everyone wrong that aydan murdered bailey.
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I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

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