they are the hunters, we are the foxes

she left me out there standing, crestfallen on the landing, champagne problems

Sarah breathes out again. And again. And then she looks me in the eyes, cold as ice, and all my thoughts race in my head. I still don't know how she will react, but deep inside a cruel voice whispers "She'll dump you, you stupid guy"
I look at her and my voice is so quiet that I can't even hear myself. I am not gonna give up this quickly. Sarah is the love of my life. Maybe it's my fault she still hasn't answered. Maybe i didn't show my love for her enough. So I take a deep breath, direct my whole attention to Sarah, who still hasn't said anything yet, she's just staring at me. "Sarah", I begin with a surprisingly strong voice I didn't expect "I am gonna ask you once again: Do you want to marry me? You can still say no, but please say SOMETHING! What are you afraid of? We don't have to marry right now, I mean we can take some time if that's what you are thinking of. I just want to show you that I truly love you and that you're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." I hear a group of teenage girls behind me whispering Ahs and Ohs, but I concentrate on Sarahs reaction. She breathes again, but her face has gone gray and she holds onto somebody elses arm. Now she is in tears again and tries to say something, but due to the heavy breathing she can't.
I  stand up and want to go to my girlfriend, want to hug her, and I want to tell all the other people to piss off. But as I try to hug her, the words suddenly find their way out of her mouth to stab me into my heart in the cruelest way possible. "I don't want to marry you!", Sarah shouts and pushes me away. "I just can't. I can't be your wife. I... I am not ready.", she says, her words light like a feather but strong enough to shatter my heart. "We don't have to marry NOW, we don't have to marry at all if you don't want to. But you always said it's your dream to have wedding on the beach, in the summer...", I don't finish my sentence. It is no use convincing her. I don't want to force her into marriage. And she has made it clear that she doesn't want me. She doesn't want me. She. Doesn't. Wan't. Me.
Now she takes a few steps back and grabs her bag and the car keys. "I'm sorry, Chris. It's not about you. It... it is my problem. I have to go.", she says, and her eyes are searching for mine. But I don't want to look at her. It would remind me of my relationship with Sarah, the relationship I screwed up with my stupid proposal. I should've known. But all of this doesn't make sense, Sarah always wanted a big proposal, she even sent me some videos on instagram about a couple who got engaged infront of the Eiffel Tower. I just can't comprehend this. Sarah still looks at me, begging me to forgive her. I force myself to gaze at her for a second, then she runs away as fast as she can, as if I was a monster. To her, I kinda am, I suppose.
Now all the people around me finally go to their seats again, some of them pitying me by saying something like "Sorry mate" or just staring at me and whispering. Probably they have good intentions, but it makes me feel more pathetic. I don't even hear Taylor singing anymore, for a second I think the concert has stopped because of me, but then I realise she is just changing her outfit for the 'evermore' set. "As if you were so important! You can't even keep your girlfriend, you loser", the voice inside me is saying. And now, I completely loose my shit. I break down crying and I don't care if anybody sees me. Shit, my girlfriend just broke up with me!
Even though I am crying like an idiot, I can still hear the current song. Taylor goes to the piano and the people around me are shouting hysterically while she gives a short speech. Then she plays the first notes of the song 'champagne problems'. That's the Taylor effect - I still want to crawl into a big fuzzy blanket and never ever come out of it, but now I listen to one of my favourite songs live and I am stunned to speak (but I am still crying).
Taylors voice is so soft and deep, it feels like a warm hug, exactly what I need right now. And when she gets to the bridge, the crowd goes feral.
"Your midas touch on the chevy door, November flush on your flannel cure...", Taylor sings and the people around me are crying too. Now I don't feel like a stranger anymore, I feel like I belong here. And when she sings the fan favourite part, I scream at the top of my lungs. "She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's FUCKED IN THE HEAD", the crowd chants as tears are streaming down my face. This woman is fucking incredible, she is the reason I don't loose it completely.
Now I have to cry again, stronger. And suddenly, I notice someone starring at me. Probably some teenagers who feel sorry for me. I still turn around and I see... Travis Kelce? "Hey, I am sorry what happened. You must've really loved her.", he says and offers me a drink. "It's on the house.", he adds and he looks at me. "What do you want to do now? Do you have friends around?", he asks me, but I am too confused because he talks to me. He is so... tall. And I never expected him to be this nice. "Well, no, I haven't, and my car is kinda gone too. I don't know what to do, actually." , I say, thankfully accepting the drink which I can really use after 'champagne problems'. "Oh no, sorry for that. Hey, I was thinking, maybe you wanna come over to the VIP tent? We have plenty of room and very good food. Food is always good after a break-up.", he tells me and I am even more confused. "Ähm... but... but I paid for these seats, not for the VIP tent.", I say and immediately want to punch myself for this stupid answer. Who on earth refuses to sit in the VIP tent with Travis Kelce??? "No problem, just come with me. As much as I love Taylor, I've seen the concert so many times now and could use some company. And I don't like the thought of you alone here, after what just happened. So come on!", he says and grabs my arm. And when Travis Kelce has your arm, you can't get out because he is STRONG af. But I still am curious. Should I go with Taylor Swifts boyfriend and stay at the concert of my dreams, or should I go home and eat as much ice cream until I die of diabetes or a broken heart because the love of my life just dumped me?