Taylor Swift × Female Reader [] ONE-SHOTS [] BOOK 1 COMPLETE []

❕I'm sorry: part 1 ❌❎

[An: for anyone who has ever felt this way or been through this. I am sorry, truly deeply sorry. All of you, each and every one of you reading this, today, tomorrow or next month. I wish nothing but happiness for you. I hope you find your partner or if that's not for you, I hope you find your happiness.

My point being- I want all of you to just be happy. And live life- there is more to life than just surviving and I hope that if it's not today, someday you realise this, accept this and practice this.

I went through some stuff myself, writing has always been my coping mechanism. I haven't shared all my work here or on other platforms because it's always been so raw and real to me.

I was terrified, (admittedly still scared sometimes) that people will laugh at how I word things. Because they don't know how deep I cut to turn that blood into ink for my work.

They don't know and will never know how hard it was for me to even write a simple word like "friend" or a simple word like "love" I even had a hard time writing "me" or "him".

And I don't believe that any words will ever help someone comprehend it. So I have decided to never explain myself. If they read the words formed from my blood used as ink, then good- if they don't then great.

I wrote this a while back, in an attempt to comfort myself. I forgot about it until I started having nightmares again and happened stumble upon it again. I got emotional and decided to continue writing it.

I BEG YOU, LIKE ON MY KNEES HANDS CLASPED TOGETHER AND CRYING.

❕PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF IT WILL TRIGGER OR UPSET YOU IN ANY FORM OR WAY❕

You're mental health, happiness, stability, whatever you want to call it- is way more important to me than a few simple reads.

~Owl.]

⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING IN THIS STORY⚠️⚠️
mention of sexual assault
mention of abuse

Walking up to the brown front door of your girlfriend's apartment, it was your apartment too. You could still remember how you made that call.

++FLASHBACK++

You stood in front of your apartment door, it was yellow. You hated it. You've asked your landlord before if you could just paint it anything but yellow. But he never caved and you didn't want to annoy him even more.

With a sigh, you stick your right hand into your left jacket pocket leaning over in an uncomfortable manner shaking your jacket to get your hand into the deep pocket.

Once you felt the keys you hooked your finger and pulled now you had to shake your hand in all different angles because your bracelet got stuck in your pocket.

Standing there shaking your hand that was stuck in your pocket and when it started to slip you finally pulled your hand out breaking your bracelet.

You watched the pendants fall and clenched your jaw closing your eyes and thudding your head against the ugly yellow door and grumbled.

Inhaling deeply you opened your one eye to see the pendants had graciously stayed intact and hooked on the band.

"Fuck you."

You put the key in your lock and turned until you heard the click. Leaving the keys in the door you pushed it open took a step inside and with a long dragged out exhale you dropped your old worn down leather briefcase at the door and pulled your jacket off throwing it over the back.