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Aila's True Love

"Who's that girl? The one walking fast with her head down, " Yhuan asked his friend. "She is a transfer student bro, She really is pretty, but she seems quite rude" Resting bitch face... That's how people usually describe faces like mine, the type of face which gives people an impression like you've done something bad or is thinking of something offensive when you're not... unless you smile. My name is Aila Rodriguez; high school transfer student, hmm... This is the 5th school I've transferred to since I was in 3rd grade. I had to move around because of my parents' secret; for the security of my family. I'm so used to moving around that now I gave up on making friends. What is it for, when we will be parting ways sooner or later. I hate relationships... But how do I survive without it? People say that in your lifetime you will be able to categorize the relationships that you will experience; Puppy love First love Flings The one that got away True love Great love Many men consider Aila as the "ideal type" while most women acknowledge her as an "it girl", but what does it take to capture her heart? Her fragile heart, that is tightly guarded by her strong personality... Who will succeed in melting her ice-cold heart? Living a double life, she's doing her best to live normally, but how will she able to hide this to the one she loves? How long will she be able to conceal her real identity from the people who took the courage to get close to her?

dobolyuw · Urban
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188 Chs

Nightmare

They became one tonight; it was again an unforgettable night for Aila.

But when Aila woke up she felt like she was in a looped nightmare. She did not feel Marcus beside her; she instantly stood up and looked around the room.

"Babe? Babe? Where are you?"

Aila went around the villa with her heart thumping loudly. She can hear her heartbeat beating deafeningly. Wandering around looking for Marcus, she suddenly felt weak when she confirmed that he is not there anymore.

She saw a letter from Marcus.

"To the one and only woman, I love,

I am sorry I left you without notice, but this is something I really have to do alone. If after a week you don't hear from me again, please… I beg of you to forget about me. I will truly treasure every second I spent with you, it was those moments that I was at my happiest.