THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛

Slight triggers and mentions: Joe is a literal ass in this story and im not saying he did these things. He was most likely a good man (I still hate him) He does hit her and there are slight mentions of ED so please be warned. When you see the illatics again you can skip it if you feel uncomfortable.

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Bolter (British english): 1. an outsider in a race or contest. 2. an escaped convict.

stage of greif: anger

"You dont get to tell me about sad"

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

As the days passed, the weight of resentment toward Joe grew heavier with each passing moment, casting a shadow over even the simplest of activities.

I found myself seated on the plush couch in the hotel room, cocooned in a blanket and clutching a tub of ice cream like a lifeline. Tomorrow marked the beginning of our Florida shows, but the prospect held little excitement in the face of my emotional turmoil.

With a flicker of distraction, I tuned into some mindless love show, seeking solace in its predictable plotlines. However, my moment of escape was shattered by the intrusive ring of my phone, jolting me back to reality.

 I answered Tree's call, my mind already bracing for the worst.

"Taylor," her voice held an unusual solemnity.

My heart sank at her somber tone, bracing myself for the impending news of another cancellation or scandal.

"Did I do something? Am I canceled again?" I blurted out, my anxiety bubbling to the surface.

Her reassurance was swift but offered little comfort.

"No, no, it's not that... It's Joe's team," she began hesitantly.

My breath caught in my throat at the mere mention of his name, a flood of memories crashing over me like a tidal wave.

"What did he do?" My voice was barely a whisper, my fear palpable.

"His team... released a statement of sorts saying that you guys broke up." 

Her words hung heavy in the air, each syllable laden with implications that I wasn't prepared to face.

The phone slipped from my trembling fingers, clattering to the ground as my world shattered around me. The room spun, my vision swimming with the sudden onslaught of emotions.

As I heard Tree's words, a wave of disbelief washed over me, followed by a deep, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Joe had actually gone through with it. He had announced our breakup to the world without even consulting me first.

"No...," I whispered, my voice barely audible as the shock of the news settled in.

Tree's voice on the other end of the line sounded sympathetic, but I couldn't focus on her words. My mind was racing with a whirlwind of emotions, each one more intense than the last.

How could he do this to me? After everything we had been through, how could he just publicly declare the end of our relationship without even talking to me about it first?

Anger surged within me, hot and fierce, mingling with the hurt and betrayal that threatened to consume me. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into the palms of my hands as I struggled to contain the tempest of emotions raging inside me.