Baby Blue || Taylor Swift

Chapter 7

Taylor absolutely had no idea on how to react, feel, or even say to the information that was given to her by the woman.

Of course, the woman never said anything rather than Blake having a tough life. At least she was respectful enough to not throw the whole dump of personal shit that isn't hers. Although, Taylor isn't going to lie. It made her curious. But she knew that Blake would tell her if Blake ever wanted her to know. She also know that Blake isn't the kind of person who wanted to be acknowledged with sympathy. As much as she avoids to admit it, Taylor can read her like an open book. Even better than Blake could ever read herself.

Her head peeked towards Blake's direction as the other girl's hands laid against the steering wheel with a focused look on her face as the brunette drove through the suburban streets of New York.

What did the lady mean by that though?

Had Blake been going through something with Taylor being unaware of it? Not knowing an ounce of shit about it?? She is getting awfully concerned about the thought of Blake struggling with something and no one to help her. It made her sick to her stomach.

Thinking about it, Blake only mentioned the good things about her past, masking the miserable ones. Not even before they met back home, not even when they started being friends as they were now. As if they were a different person.

To put it rather unambiguously, no words or phrases were dared mentioned regarding Blake's old life before Nashville. One of the reasons was simply, because Blake was never the person to talk about herself. Instead, she liked to listen to people talk about how great theirs is— and also she hates the pity that people give her, she hates feeling weak and it did make her feel weak. It somehow made her feel better that no other person experienced shit that she went through— Because let's be real here, no one deserves this shit.

She hated the fact that her life was in shambles but she never hated her mother for acting the way she did. Losing someone— let alone your own child, could potentially entirely ruin you. Because you, yourself knew that you'll never have the chance to see or talk to them again, genuinely. They will only remain in your heart— and dreams, in some people's cases at least. Same case for her mother, if she's being honest. Her mentally ill mother was always on her own reverie, talking to herself as if her dead brother was there with them, breathing, eating, living the life he deserved but got stripped away.

She absolutely hated the sight of it. Let him rest, Jesus Christ.

Her poor, poor brother.

"Man, we're awfully quiet" Blake chucked, her head snapped to Taylor's direction.

Even the song "Stitches" by Shawn Mendes, that was vaguely playing from the car's stereo, couldn't conceal the unnerving silence between them.

"Sorry, I was just thinking" Taylor stated, with apologetic smile plastered on her face.

"Oh..." Blake murmured, silently nodding as her tightened grip loosened from the steering wheel.

It was obvious, for Blake that is; it was an old habit of Taylor where her eyebrows just furrows whenever she ponders in that pretty mind of hers. Old habits do die hard, huh.

"Uhm- you know you can tell me anything, right? I will literally listen to any shit you have to say..." Blake smiled, her head facing upfront as she looks at the traffic light that blinked red.

"It's alright, we don't have to talk about it... How about we talk about something else?" Taylor offered, her head snapped to Blake's as the other girl smiled at her.