It's you and me that's my whole world

Questions

Age-12
**requested chapter**
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The sun poured gentle rays through the window, bathing Taylor Swift's living room in a warm embrace. It was August 2018, and the air held a mix of wistfulness and anticipation. Y/n, now a teenager with a hint of complexity in her gaze, sat perched on the couch. She toyed with the corner of a photo album, fingers dancing with a nervous rhythm.

Facing her was Taylor, her mother, who couldn't help but notice the unrest in her daughter's demeanor. She knew that unspoken questions were building a fragile bridge between them. With a soft and tender smile, Taylor set aside her own album and stretched out her hand, reaching for y/n's.

"Hey," Taylor's voice was a gentle ripple in the room. "I reckon there's some questions that need air."

Y/n's eyes met her mother's, curious yet tinged with an undertone of hesitation. "Yeah," she admitted. "I've had this question in my mind for a while."

Taylor nodded, understanding the gravity of the moment. She reached out, letting her fingers brush against y/n's, a subtle gesture of connection.

"I know you've wondered about why I sent you away to boarding school," Taylor began, her voice carrying a weight of honesty.

Y/n's gaze remained steady, absorbing her mother's words with rapt attention. "Yeah, it's been something on my mind."

Taylor exhaled softly, a mixture of regret and resolve shining in her eyes. "I want you to know that it wasn't because I wanted to be apart from you."

Y/n's brow furrowed, her expression mirroring the whirlwind of emotions inside her. "Then why did you?"

Taylor's voice held a thread of melancholy. "I thought it would provide you with opportunities I never had, let you experience different cultures, meet diverse people, and find your own wings."

Y/n's expression softened, though a shadow of confusion remained. "But why didn't you talk to me about it? Why didn't you ask if I wanted that?"

Taylor's gaze held a hint of regret, her eyes tracing invisible patterns on the floor. "I made an error in judgment, not considering your feelings in the process. I should have spoken to you."

Y/n's fingers traced patterns on the album's edge, a quiet vulnerability settling in. "It felt like you didn't want me around anymore."

The weight of y/n's words hung in the air, a raw admission that tugged at Taylor's heart. She reached out, lifting y/n's chin gently, and their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them.

"Sweetheart, that's far from the truth," Taylor's voice was a gentle assurance. "I've missed you every single day you were away. You mean the world to me, and my love for you knows no bounds."

Tears welled in y/n's eyes, and Taylor's touch brushed them away. "I'm sorry for causing you pain," Taylor said softly.

Y/n nodded, her voice trembling like a fragile whisper. "I know you love me, Mom. But it hurt not being with you."

Taylor inhaled deeply, her own emotions held in check as she sought to explain. "While you were at that boarding school, my life wasn't all the glamour you see. I had personal struggles, battles to fight. Sending you away felt like a way to shield you from some of that."

Understanding seemed to bloom in y/n's eyes, a connection forming as pieces fell into place. "You were trying to protect me."

Taylor nodded, a teardrop glistening in the corner of her eye. "Exactly. I just didn't realize that by doing so, I was causing you pain."

Y/n's fingers found Taylor's hand, their touch a lifeline in a sea of emotions. "I wish you had talked to me, Mom. I wish you had given me a say."

Taylor's grip on y/n's hand tightened, a silent acknowledgment of shared regrets. "I know, and I'm deeply sorry for not doing that. I've learned from my mistakes, and I promise to be more open with you from now on."

Tears escaped y/n's eyes, but a smile touched her lips, fragile yet genuine. "Thank you for understanding, Mom."

Taylor leaned in, enfolding y/n in her arms, holding her close as if to protect her from all the hurts of the world. "Thank you for being patient with me, for granting me the opportunity to make things right."

As the embrace held them in a cocoon of shared emotions, Taylor cleared her throat and continued, "You know, while you were away, I was working on a new album."

Y/n's eyes widened, curiosity sparking within her. "Really? What's it called?"

Taylor's face lit up, a hint of excitement dancing in her eyes. "It's called 'Reputation.' It's a departure from my previous albums, a dive into the challenges I faced under the public eye."

Intrigued, y/n leaned forward, the invitation for more unspoken. "Tell me more."

A smile curved Taylor's lips. "There's tracks like 'Look What You Made Me Do' and 'Delicate.' Each song is a fragment of my journey, capturing the essence of my experiences."

Y/n's gaze held a spark of anticipation. "Can we listen to it together?"

Taylor's heart swelled with affection, the threads of their connection pulling tighter. "Of course. I'd love nothing more."

A pause, a shared moment in time, and then Taylor's voice shifted, her tone a mix of fondness and warmth. "By the way, there's something else I want to share with you."

Y/n looked up, her eyes curious. "What is it, Mom?"

Taylor's smile grew, the affection for her daughter evident in her gaze. "I'm in a relationship. His name is Joe Alwyn."
Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, her curiosity piqued. "Really? A relationship? Tell me more about Joe Alwyn."

Taylor's smile held a touch of mischief, clearly delighted by Y/n's reaction. "Well, he's a wonderful person, very supportive and caring. We've been through a lot together."

Y/n's lips curved into a knowing smile. "And what's the connection between him and your album 'Reputation'? Is there a story there?"

Taylor's eyes twinkled with a mix of fondness and amusement. "Yes, there is. Some of the songs on 'Reputation' were inspired by my experiences and emotions during the time we got to know each other. It was a period of self-discovery and growth."

Y/n leaned in, her interest fully captured. "Wow, that sounds really intriguing. It's like your music is a window into your life."

Taylor nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Absolutely, music has always been a way for me to express my thoughts and feelings. 'Reputation' was a chapter of my life that I wanted to share through my songs."

Y/n's excitement was palpable. "Can we listen to the album while you tell me more about your journey during that time?"

Taylor's smile widened, and she reached out to squeeze Y/n's hand. "Of course, I'd love to. It's a story I'm excited to share with you."