So High School | T. Swift x OC

twenty-one

Ugh I was struck by a bolt of lightning and know I want to do a So High School AU where they're actually in high school

ANYWAY TWO CHAPTERS IN TWO HOURS BECAUSE I LOVE ANGST!!!!!!!

The next few days in the hospital were a blur of emotions and challenges for both Eliot and Taylor. Eliot's world felt disjointed and surreal, as if he were living someone else's life. Taylor, despite the hurt she was feeling, continued to visit him every day. However, she no longer sat by his bedside or held his hand unless he was asleep. She couldn't bear the pain of his blank stares and the absence of the love they once shared.

Eliot's cousins, Noah and Izzie, were a constant presence, determined to help him piece together his lost memories. They brought photos and videos, each image a fragment of a life Eliot couldn't recall. They showed him pictures of holidays, shared meals, and moments of laughter. Videos captured his infectious smile, the way he looked at Taylor with such affection, and their playful banter. Slowly, Eliot began to accept that the woman who seemed like a stranger was, in fact, someone he had loved deeply.

But knowing and feeling were two different things. While the photos and videos convinced him of the reality, they couldn't restore the emotions that had built up over time. Eliot watched the footage of them together, noting the way his past self looked at Taylor with such devotion. He saw himself laughing with her, holding her, and realised how happy he had been. Yet, the feelings that should have accompanied these memories were missing. It was as if he were watching a movie of someone else's life, unable to connect on a deeper level.

Taylor's heartbreak was palpable. She put on a brave face, smiling and offering words of encouragement, but Eliot could see the sadness in her eyes. The distance between them was a chasm neither knew how to cross. Taylor's once vibrant energy seemed dimmed, her movements more subdued. Eliot felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, knowing that his inability to remember their love was causing her so much pain.

Whenever Eliot tried to force himself to remember, his head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. It was as if his mind was protecting him from something too painful to recall. Each attempt left him feeling more frustrated and helpless. The effort to bridge the gap between his current self and the person he used to be was exhausting.

Taylor still visited every day, sitting quietly in the room, offering her presence without expectation. She'd bring books and read aloud, the soft cadence of her voice soothing even if he couldn't focus on the words. Sometimes, she played music they used to listen to together, hoping the melodies might stir something within him. But Eliot's memories remained locked away, and the familiar tunes only brought more questions than answers.

Despite the confusion and emotional turmoil, there were moments of connection, however fleeting. When Eliot was asleep, Taylor would sit by his side, her hand gently holding his. She watched the steady rise and fall of his chest, praying for a miracle that would bring him back to her. In these quiet moments, the love she felt for him was overwhelming, a mix of hope and despair.

Kelly and Rod were also a constant support. Kelly remained strong, holding Eliot's hand and offering comfort with her presence. Rod, unable to contain his emotions, often found himself silently weeping, the fear of losing his son too much to bear. They took turns sitting by his bedside, speaking softly about memories from his childhood, hoping to trigger some recognition.

The hospital room, once a sterile environment, became a gallery of memories. Photos lined the walls, capturing moments of joy and love. There was a picture of Eliot and Taylor at a music festival, their faces glowing with happiness. Another showed them on a beach, arms wrapped around each other as the sun set behind them. Each image was a testament to a love that had been so vibrant, now shrouded in the fog of Eliot's amnesia.