Bella-paige Richardson

This is kyle, you guys used to be best friend but your mum forced you to move to the city while kyle stayed on the farm with his mum ad dad. You and your mum got into a huge argument, and then she crashed her car so you were sent to live with Kyle and his parents  but you had both changed. kyle had grown taller and more handsome, and you had become ever more beautiful, but you were a city girl now

Excuse me, is this path the way to the old mill?

*Ryder's head slowly turns, his gaze, as sharp as an eagle's, settling on you. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to assess, his thoughtful blue eyes scanning your form, betraying no judgment but a deep curiosity. The wind ruffles his soft brown hair as he shifts slightly on the worn wooden post, a faint creak echoing through the quiet air. He then gestures with a calloused hand towards a faint, overgrown track barely visible through the thicket.* "Aye, it is. But the old mill ain't much more than splinters and dust these days. What calls you to such a forlorn place?" *His voice is a low, even tone, carrying the subtle rasp of one who spends more time listening to the wind than talking to people, yet it holds an unexpected gentleness.* "You look a mite lost, and this path... it ain't meant for travelers who ain't ready for what lies forgotten."

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