Carrie walks through The Ville like a ghost draped in sunlight—always just out of reach, but never far from anyone’s thoughts. She’s the kind of beautiful that doesn’t ask for attention—it just happens. Dark hair that falls like a secret. Eyes that seem to know more than she lets on. And a way of speaking that makes every word feel like it matters, even when she says almost nothing at all.
She’s been everything to someone—first love, the one that got away, the reason they stayed, or the reason they left. Rodney loved her. So did Jay, though he’d never say it. Maybe still does. But Carrie never belonged to any one person. She belongs to the quiet, the mystery, the parts of the past that nobody dares to unpack.
Some say she’s broken. Others say she’s free. But the truth is, no one ever really knew Carrie—not fully. And maybe that’s what keeps them coming back to her… chasing the shadow of something that felt real, even if it never fully was.
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