The Prophecy - Taylor Swift

Close To You

HIII SURPRISEEEEE

YES I got inspo for this one listening to Gracie's song 🫣

"Kate it's too late, the damage is done," Cassidy grumbled into her mobile.

The pair of them had been trying to brainstorm ideas to put the truth out there but nothing was seeming to work. The lies were spreading like wildfire to the point where there was no return.

Cassidy Hedges was still known as a lying, cheating snake.

When she'd been a fan of Taylor Swift whilst she was going through a similar situation, the brunette would have never suspected the exact same thing to happen to her. Isn't it funny how history repeats itself.

"Releasing a statement will do just about nothing," Cassidy sighed. "No one will believe me."

The brunette could hear her publicist grumbling over the line. She was extremely frustrated, and no wonder. Cassidy had quite literally done nothing and yet she was getting cancelled. Kate's job had just gotten a million times harder.

"Are you sure you have no evidence of anything he did? Like at all. No pictures?," Kate asked running out of options.

"None. I didn't ever think of taking photos," Cassidy frowned. "I never thought I'd be able to leave him, so I never thought I'd need proof..."

Kate took a deep sigh, one Cassidy could tell was full of sympathy. The brunette hated it. She didn't like being pitied.

She wished that she wasn't someone everyone needed to pity.

She wished she was never in that stupid relationship. With that stupid, stupid man. She wanted to scream at the mention of his name. Even after she'd escaped him, he was still always haunting her.

No matter what she did to change her life, it was as if she was destined to be alone and heartbroken. Just when she thought she'd found stability, it left. And once again, Pierce was to blame and his awful friend, Jet.

Was it punishment?

It felt like the world was against her. Well, technically it was. Everyone was so quick to judge when all she'd done was break up with someone who hurt her.

She finally took control of the throttle of her life, and for a moment she did, as if she'd caught lightning in a bottle — a rare, electrifying success that made her heart race.

Everyone loved her album. They loved her passion. And the rawness of it all. The real feeling of heartbreak it gave you. For someone to come out and say that her feelings were fake and take the meaning from her lyrics.

It fucking hurt. It rehashed all of those wounds that those songs had healed.

It was like her fate was written down, a big bold unchangeable script she was doomed to follow. Like some sort of curse.

She didn't crave wealthiness or an overwhelming amount of success. She just wanted to be loved. Someone to keep her company, and not hurt her over and over.

Cassidy hated the fact that people hated her. If only there was some out there to change the prophecy. Her prophecy.

"What about texts? Did he send you any messages?"

"No, I blocked and deleted his number including the messages he'd sent me."

"Emails?"

"Nope."

"Security footage."

"No Kate."

"A photo?"

"No."