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my castles crumbling down (Pt 1)

thank you for 1.7k reads! IM SO HAPPY PEOPLE READ THIS CRAPPY TAYVIS ONESHOT BOOK!

also its feb break for me, so updates will come pretty often (hopefully everyday, no promises!)

anyway, as request by 2 people, an angst story!

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Travis's POV: 

The heavy wooden door clicked shut behind me with a hollow thud as I stepped into the familiar confines of our home. The weight of exhaustion settled upon my shoulders like a heavy cloak, the echoes of the day's practice still reverberating in my mind. With a weary sigh, I cast my gaze around the dimly lit living room, half-expecting to find her there, her presence a comforting beacon in the stillness of the evening.

But she wasn't there.

The absence of her familiar figure, curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over her slender frame, sent a shiver down my spine. Her laptop, usually perched precariously on the coffee table, lay dormant, its screen blank and lifeless. And her messy blonde hair, a tangled cascade of golden waves, was conspicuously absent from its usual place.

That should have been the first warning sign.

"Taylor?" I called out softly, the sound of my voice echoing hollowly in the empty space.

With each step I took, the silence seemed to deepen, suffusing the air with an eerie stillness that set my nerves on edge.

Venturing into the kitchen, I found it devoid of her presence as well. The countertops were immaculately clean, devoid of any trace of her culinary exploits, and the air was devoid of the comforting aroma of her favorite herbal tea. Panic began to gnaw at the edges of my consciousness, a primal instinct urging me to seek her out, to ensure her safety.

Where could she be?

My heart hammered in my chest as I combed through every room in the house, each one as empty and silent as the last. The house seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for some unseen force to disturb its tranquil facade. Even Benj, our beloved cat, offered no solace, his plaintive meows ringing hollow in the vast expanse of emptiness.

Dread coiled in the pit of my stomach as I grappled with the unthinkable possibility that something had happened to her. Had someone broken in? Had she fallen victim to some unseen threat lurking in the shadows? The rational part of my mind reassured me that her security team would have alerted me if anything were amiss, but the nagging sense of unease refused to be quelled.

With a sinking heart, I made my way to our bedroom, a glimmer of hope flickering in the depths of my despair. But as I pushed open the door, the room lay empty and desolate, the absence of her presence like a gaping wound in the fabric of our shared existence.

Where could she be?

It was as if I were trapped in a twisted game of hide and seek, the stakes unbearably high as I searched desperately for any sign of her whereabouts. As I turned to leave the room, defeated and on the brink of despair, a small whimper pierced the silence, sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

It had to be her, it just had to be... I strain my ears to try to hear her. Why was she hiding? Did something scare her?

A shaky breath echoed through the silence, the sound cutting through the oppressive stillness like a knife. It was her, I was sure of it. With mounting apprehension, I scanned the bedroom, my gaze darting from one shadowy corner to the next in search of any sign of her presence. Under the bed? Nothing. Behind the curtain? Empty. In the bathroom? Still no sign of her.