Carolina, Continued. (FLETCHER x Taylor Swift Caylor girlxgirl gxg Gaylor)

A Year Later

A/N I am back, literally over a year later.

This story will be completed only from Cari's POV.

I'm sorry for traumatizing you guys with the first book, and not posting this one. Hope you all come back to this with me. Remember I plan these out before I write them, don't hate me please. 

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"Cari, have you seen what Taylor did?" Selena's voice sounds through the phone, after I answered her incoming call. We haven't talked about Taylor in a little over a year, so it's odd that she is calling me about her, sounding slightly panicked.

"What?" I question her, "Why?" I don't know what to think, but I try to avoid any news on Taylor, though she has been taking up all of the media lately. It's still hard to see her face on screens, to remember how things were with her. I have finally started coping with the fact that things are over.

"She came out," Selena announces. My heart stops, so does time. Taylor came out? She told the world she likes women? Why wouldn't she contact me? Why wouldn't she tell me? I have been waiting for her, waiting until she is ready, and she doesn't even send a simple text.

"Are you there?" Selena asks, and I realize I haven't responded, still feeling frozen as my mind races. I can't help but think there is someone else. Someone she came out for. She would have gotten ahold of me otherwise, right?

"Y-yeah," Cari stutters out, she feels the tears well up in her eyes, "I will talk with you later," I inform her, ending the phone call. I don't know what to think, or how to feel. 

We ended on decent terms, though we lost communication about three months into the breakup, figuring it was best for the both of us, for our mental health. It was draining, calling and texting someone that you are in love with, but can't express that to.

It was even harder when the communication stopped, though. The reality of the breakup set in. It hurt, it hurt like hell. Though, looking back at it, it should have hurt more to talk to her than it hurt to face the reality of us never being together.

I never stopped waiting after the reality set in. I have tried dating, but nothing has compared to the relationship I had with Taylor. I see her in everyone I meet, the good in her. Her kindness, her radiance. I have never truly accepted that we are broken up, that we are done. I always had hope she would reach out to me again, be with me again. That she would come out.

The day we ended things between us replayed through my mind consistently, especially at first. They way we kissed, the way she held me, and I can still feel it sometimes. I think of the look on her face as I drove away. The blue in her eyes is embedded in my mind. The memories don't happen as often now, before it was nearly every day. I was finally starting to do well.

I was starting to emerge myself in my music. I was doing concert after concert; I wasn't crying anymore. I was focusing on my career, my friends, those around me. I was finding joy in my life again, able to focus on positive things.

Now, I know it's going to start all over again. The memories of us. The day we first met at the party, the way I felt that she needed me, that she wanted me. The shock of hearing her cuss. The first time I heard her laugh, or felt her lips pressed against my own.

The memories of our days at home together, watching movies, talking for hours on end. The way we communicated so easily, and how smoothly things flowed. The stupid jokes she would tell after a glass of wine, or the light shade of pink that would take over her cheeks every time I complimented her.

That day we ran into each other at the mall in New York. Hearing Cara scream my name and turning around to see her blue eyes. The blue eyes that still haunt my dreams, the color that is etched into my brain. The way she smiled when she realized it was me. The excitement I felt bubble in my chest, hearing her voice again.