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its the goddamn fight of my life (tw)

TW: EATING DISORDER.

a request by one of my favorite authors, @kelcesgirl !!!!!!

(kinda made it sadder then intended.)

after this, this will truly be on hold and THE ANTHOLOGY will be the most updated thing if you want more tayvis. (unless im given more requests) 

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"Travis, please, you can't keep doing this to yourself," I pleaded, my voice tinged with concern and frustration. Despite my efforts to prepare his favorite dinner and dessert, he sat at the table, barely touching his food, lost in his own world.

He didn't even acknowledge my words, simply pushing his food around on his plate before abruptly standing up and retreating to our bedroom. I sighed heavily, feeling the weight of his struggles weighing heavily on my heart. He couldn't continue like this, avoiding food and isolating himself from me.

As I climbed the stairs to our room, the sound of music from our record player drifted through the air, the haunting melody of my latest album, "Loss of My Life," filling the room. It was a reminder of the pain and turmoil he was experiencing, and I knew I couldn't delay the conversation any longer.

With a deep breath, I pushed open the door and found him lying on the bed, the music enveloping him like a shroud. His eyes were closed, but I could sense the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.

I found him lying on the bed, his body curled up under the sheets as if seeking refuge from the world. But I could see through the facade he was trying to maintain. 

"Travis, honey, I know you're not asleep," I murmured softly, my heart aching at the sight of his silent tears.

As I approached the bed, I could hear the muffled sobs escaping from his trembling form. Without hesitation, I reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him close as if to shield him from his own despair. 

"Oh, Travis," I whispered, my own tears mingling with his as I pressed gentle kisses against his forehead.

In the dim light of our room, I could see the pain etched on his face, the self-doubt and worthlessness that threatened to consume him. But to me, he was anything but a disappointment. 

"I'm sorry, Tay, I'm such a disappointment." Travis muttered, tears streaking down his red cheeks.

"Trav, you're not a disappointment to me," I reassured him, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're the most handsome, lovable man I've ever known."

He buried his face in my chest, his words barely audible as he confessed his feelings of inadequacy.

 "But I feel so worthless, and I don't deserve you. You're too perfect for me," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion.

I gently lifted his chin, meeting his tear-filled eyes with a tender gaze. 

"I sometimes feel like that too, but don't I always tell you?" I replied softly, brushing away his tears with my thumb. 

"You can't suffer like this, Travis. It's not fair to you or to me. You need to tell me when you're struggling, not just stop eating. I can see through this, Travis. Remember when I told you about my own struggles? I know the signs."

Tears continued to stream down my cheeks as I spoke, my heart breaking at the thought of his pain. 

"It just breaks my heart to see you like this," I admitted, my voice trembling with emotion. "And I know it won't be fixed magically. Sometimes I struggle too, but can you at least try?"

He nodded silently, his resolve wavering but still present. 

"I'll do it for you, Tay," he whispered, his words a promise of hope amidst the darkness.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I leaned down to press a tender kiss against his forehead. 

"Thank you, Travis," I whispered, holding him close as we clung to each other in the silence of our shared pain and love.

 "I'll go get dinner for you. You stay in bed," I murmured softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Travis's forehead before making my way downstairs. The warmth of the kitchen enveloped me as I reheated Travis's plate, taking extra care to ensure that his meal was just right.

With the tray in hand, I ascended the stairs once more, a sense of determination fueling my steps. I settled next to Travis on the bed, resting my head on his shoulder as I set the tray down before him. The glow of the television cast a soft light across the room as I turned on a basketball game, knowing it was one of his favorites.

As he ate, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in my chest. He may have only eaten a quarter of his dinner, but it was progress nonetheless. It would take time, I knew, but we were in this together. And with each small step forward, I was reminded of the strength of our bond and the love that bound us together.

"I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable"

- Florida, Taylor swift (ft Florence + the machine)

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almost cried while writing this.