Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

I'm the best thing at this party P2

1 week later

I sat in bed, hunched over, gazing out the rain-drenched window of our bedroom. Well, my bedroom, I guess. The bitter taste of coffee lingered on my tongue, my futile attempt to drown out the bitter ache in my chest.

Just days ago, I had been clinging to Joe's promises, his words being the only thing holding us together. But now, those promises had been shattered, completely scattered like shards of glass across the floor. When I had accused him of cheating, part of me had hope that I was wrong. But I wasn't. I was right. And I absolutely hated that I was right.

The memory of our last conversation haunted me, each word serving as a cruel reminder of the love that had slipped through my fingers. So quickly, yet so slowly at the same time.

I just wanted him back. I was prepared to forgive him. I'd do anything he wanted if we could just stay together. I'd rather be with him than feel the way I feel right now any day.

I had tried earlier to lose myself in the pages of a book, but the words blurred together in a jumble of meaningless letters. I tried writing, lyrics, poems, even just a melody. But I was living in such a stage of denial, I couldn't even bring myself to do what I loved most.

I traced the rim of my coffee cup, staring at the now cold liquid inside. I had poured my life and soul into Joe. We'd built an entire life together. He was supposed to be my person.

As the rain outside pounded against the window, slow tears dripped from my eyes, gently down my cheeks. I almost had no tears left in me at this point. It had been a week of laying in bed, only ever leaving to go to the bathroom or find something small to eat. I hadn't even managed to shower.

I felt suffocated, engulfed by a darkness that threatened to swallow me whole. Each breath was a struggle, each heartbeat a painful reminder of the emptiness that had consumed me.

In amongst the suffocation, there was no glimmer of hope, no 'light at the end of the tunnel'. I was lost, with no clear way out.

I don't even remember the last time I picked up my phone and read my messages. A week of no replies from me would definitely raise concern, but I didn't care.

I sighed, rubbing my hand across my aching head. I had to get up at some point. I pulled myself out of bed, then stumbled my way into the bathroom. My jaw almost dropped as I saw myself in the mirror. I was met with a completely different version of myself. I'd never seen such dark puffy circles around my eyes. Nor had I ever seen my hair so slicked, oily and frizzy all at the same time. It was a curly, knotted disaster.

Today would be better. It had to be. I had my first show for The Eras Tour in 8 days, which reminded me, I hadn't been at any rehearsals for a week. I'm honestly surprised no one's showed up at my door and tried to drag me out of the house yet.

I rolled my eyes and sighed at my reflection, before leaning into the shower and turning it on. A shower would hopefully be step one to having a better day.

Before I got the chance to undress, there was a knock at the front door. I furrowed my eyebrows, maybe I had spoken too soon about no one having showed up at my door yet. There were only a few select people that had access straight past security and to my front door, so it would have to be one of them.

I turned off the shower, and carried myself downstairs. Even though I was probably actually lighter from the lack of food I'd had in the past week, I felt like the heaviest person on Earth. It was a struggle to pick myself up and walk just down the stairs.

I pulled open the front door, to see the man that had caused all my pain standing at the doorframe. He looked, good. Which only made my heart break even more. How could he be fine.