The Prophecy - Taylor Swift

"You."

Hiiii this is like half proof read so I'm sorry if anythings a little messy 🙈

Cassidy fell backwards onto the door, pushing it shut behind her. She could feel the lump travel down her throat each time she swallowed. She shut her eyes for a moment before continuing for the bedroom.

A crash from the living room stopped her in her tracks.

"Pierce?," she asked as she walked towards the sound.

She found him, bottle in hand, her favourite vase smashed to pieces on the floor. She frowned at the sight before her.

"Fuck, stop with the pouting. I'll buy you a new pot," he grumbled.

"That was passed down from my Grandma."

He didn't say anything looking towards his feet. They had pieces of ceramic sprawled across them, bloody cuts red and raw.

"Sorry," he mumbled finally.

"Don't worry about it," Cassidy sighed walking to grab the broom.

"Cass."

She didn't turn around.

"Cassidy. Let me make it up to you."

She looked at him out the corner of her eye, standing there, equally as vulnerable as she was. What was it with him? The old version of him kept reappearing in moments like this, then disappearing just as quickly.

"Okay," was all she said, brushing up the pieces of her once favourite vase.

It was funny. This almost felt symbolic. He was the one who shattered the vase and here she was picking up the pieces.

It always seemed to go this way.

"How was your night out?," he asked, trying to make small talk, but Cassidy truly didn't feel like speaking.

"It was fine."

"Good, I'm glad. You up to go out tomorrow then so I can make it up to you? Coffee date at our favourite?," he asked with a gentle smile.

God she missed that smile. Her heart skipped a beat, wanting nothing more but to make it even bigger.

"Yes! I'd love to," she grinned her mood suddenly shifting, his face reflecting hers.

"Okay, love. I'll drive," he offered to which she nodded.

She couldn't believe he'd actually offered to take her out. She couldn't remember the last time they went anywhere together.

"Your all good to go to bed, I'm nearly finished with the mess," she smiled.

"Okay, goodnight."

"Night."

As her boyfriend walked away, she couldn't help the way her mood was lifted. She hadn't seen this side of him in a long time. Sure, it was only the bare minimum to some, but to her it meant everything.

Maybe this was the beginning of getting her love back.

She swept the pieces into a small trash bag. Not ready to let them go, she put it on top of the fridge. She could think of something creative to do with them later.

She then pulled out her phone, opening her new contact, typing a small message.

*unknown number*
Thanks for the ride home, Taylor!
And a really fun night out,
soooo sorry for crashing it. 
Going to bed now, goodnight!!