addicted. (a tayvis short story)

p r o l o g u e .

its like youre a leech sucking the life from me, its like i cant breathe without you inside of me.

"Tay, you can't do this to me!" He yelled into the phone, his teeth clenched together. "You were supposed to wait for me. You weren't supposed to move on."

"Trav," her voice was soft and calm despite his behavior. She knew telling him she had moved on would be a problem; she just hoped it would be her telling him this news instead of him having to hear it from someone else. "I'm sorry, Travis, but I can't live my life waiting for you to figure out you want to be with me. I can't risk being unhappy forever and dying alone, all because Travis Michael Kelce never made up his mind." Her voice became shaky. There was no doubt in her mind that she loved him, and she wanted everything in her to be with him, but she knew there was no way he could focus on her and their relationship when so many other things were standing in the way. "I'll always love you. I swear to God, I will always love you, Travis. But I can't be pushed onto the back burner every time you want to go out and drink and support your habit." She could hear his breathing on the other end of the phone becoming unsteady. She knew him so well; she knew she was getting to him, and she knew he was close to crying, and that only meant one thing: that she, too, would most likely break down before she hung up the phone. "I have needs, Trav. I need a boyfriend that's going to put me first. A boyfriend who won't come home late. A boyfriend that's going to love me more than anything in this world and right now you can't do that for me. So, I found someone who can. I'm sorry."

"I can change. I need you to help me. How am I going to do this without you?" He sniffled.

"You have to want this for yourself, Travis," she told him with a sigh. She heard him clear his throat, and she couldn't take it. The thought of him falling apart more than he already was was heartbreaking. "I can't do this. I love you, Trav. I'm sorry." With that being said, she hung up the phone. She stared at her phone before falling back onto her bed, finally letting the tears she had been holding back escape.

"Tay!" He screamed as the tears began to roll down his face. "Taylor, I know you're still there. Don't do this to me. Tay, I need you. I'll stop. I'll do this for you. For us. Taylor, please." His sobs became heavy and uncontrollable. He knew he had lost her, not only on the phone but in his life. "Taylor, don't do this to me. I love you..." He said to his cell phone as if she was still there. "Why are you doing this?" His phone fell from his hands. His hands went to his face. How could he have been so stupid, stupid enough to lose the best thing in his life?