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she is here to destroy you (tw)

(TW: nasty comments, mentions of death / death threats, panic attack / mental breakdown)

hi pooks! love your requests, if you have more ill do them! (yall dark but I was kinda hoping for that)

anyway, heres the next request!

(The request was something like its not what I meant, but honestly kinda made it sad..)

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"Travis, I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean to look!" I cried out, my voice choked with emotion as I backed away from him, tears streaming down my red, puffy cheeks.

"Tay, you can't do this to yourself!" Travis's voice was sharp, filled with frustration and concern. Was it directed at me, or the hurtful comments?

"Please, I'm sorry, I won't break down again, I'll be perfect-" I sobbed, my words broken by the weight of my anguish. Here I was, falling into this destructive pattern again. He should have walked away when they warned him.

"Taylor, you just—" Travis's voice faltered, and then softened with understanding. "Oh, Tay..." He rushed back toward me, his expression filled with remorse.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" I recoiled, my anger flaring up as I stepped back, signaling that I didn't want his comfort.

"I'm worried for you, Taylor. Some of those comments were..." Travis's words trailed off, his head shaking in disbelief.

"I can deal with it," I huffed, turning away, my resolve hardening. I was done with him right now.

"Maybe they were right," I muttered bitterly under my breath, the weight of self-doubt heavy on my shoulders.

"TAYLOR—" Travis's voice rang out, filled with urgency, but then he paused, his frustration giving way to a heavy sigh.

"Tay, they're not right. You shouldn't be 'dead' or as thin as a fucking stick. That's not right," he pleaded, his words tinged with desperation.

"What if I want to be dead or thin?" I shot back defiantly, my voice laced with bitterness as I turned and stormed out of the living room, my steps heavy with emotion.

I locked myself in the bathroom, collapsing against the wall as I let all my pent-up tears flow freely, the echoes of our argument ringing in my ears.

How could I do this to myself? and drag him down with me? Why was I like this? Why must I burn everything I touch?

I collapsed to the floor, the cold tiles offering no comfort, but I didn't care. Tears streamed down my cheeks like a waterfall, my sobs echoing off the bathroom walls.

"Tay?" Travis's voice was soft, filled with concern.

"Are you okay? I heard you collapse," he said, his words laced with worry. I couldn't find the strength to reply. The weight of my emotions was suffocating, leaving me speechless.

"Please let me in. I'm sorry I blew up on you. I was worried," Travis pleaded, his voice tinged with regret as he leaned against the door.

"It's my fault," I choked out, my voice barely audible amidst my tears. I wanted to explain everything, to let him into the chaos of my mind, but the words remained trapped, buried beneath the weight of my despair.

"Oh, sweetie, it's never your fault. If anything, it's mine or those people," Travis reassured me, his words a gentle caress against the storm raging inside me.

"Come in. Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own tears.

"Okay. I'll find the key for the door—" Travis began, but I interrupted him.

"I have it," I said, sliding the key under the door's crack.

The door creaked open, revealing Travis's tear-stained face illuminated by the soft glow of the bathroom light. Without hesitation, he dropped to the floor beside me, his presence a soothing balm to my shattered spirit.

"Oh, Tay," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he gathered me into his arms. His embrace enveloped me like a protective cocoon, offering refuge from the storm raging within me. I nestled closer to him, seeking solace in the warmth of his embrace.

With his arms around me, I felt the tension slowly melt away, replaced by a profound sense of peace. In that moment, surrounded by his love, I found the strength to face the darkness that threatened to consume me.

"My beloved ghost and me,

siting in a tree, 

D Y I N G"

- how did it end, taylor swift

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a short one but a good one <3

requests are open!!!