Taylor Swift was always a hopeless romantic. She was always a firm believer in "love at first sight" and thought that when she finally saw the man or woman she was meant to spend the rest of her life with, she would just know. Finally, she gets that...
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Taylor's lungs had never hurt quite this much.
She was running ferociously through the streets of Atlanta. People were staring, but they were the last thing on her mind. She continued running.
She had a one-track mind at the moment.
Get to the pool .
She must– at all costs– get to the pool.
If there was one thing on this Earth that she must do, it was that she must stop the engagement.
How long she had been running was a blur. It felt like one minute and one year all in one, at the same time. She didn't care. She only knew that she must get to the pool.
The pool. The pool. The pool.
They would have arrived there at ten-thirty or maybe eleven o'clock. The engagement. This stupid engagement. This stupid engagement that should not be happening. She had to stop it. While she didn't know how she was going to manage this, she didn't care. She would figure that out when she got there.
She had to make her see how wrong it was.
She belonged with Taylor. Deep down, she had to know that. Didn't she?
How long did it usually take for someone to propose? Would he do it right as they got there, or would they perhaps eat brunch together and chit-chat and then propose? She had no idea.
She had never paid such attention to engagements. Because it never seemed relevant. She never pictured herself doing this.
God, she was still running.
She slid around a corner and onto the street, not even caring as she bumped into someone.
Taylor had good manners. In a normal situation, she would apologize fiercely. In a normal situation, she wouldn't be running so passionately in the streets of Atlanta in the first place.
But she was. She was running through the streets of Atlanta.
The pool. The pool. The pool. She had to get to the pool.
She nearly slipped as she came to an abrupt stop due to a car cutting in front of her. She crouched down, because she was just so god damn exhausted. She took as many deep breaths as possible, unsure if her lungs could last any longer. Her ribcage felt like it was going to rip open.
The second the car moved along, she began running again. She couldn't afford to waste any more time. Besides, she was closer to the pool now. She would make it. She ran so quickly, she couldn't have taken too long.
There must be an end put to this. It was so incorrect. She was going to be the one to end it.
She could now see the pool in her line of sight. It was still far, but she could see the intricate black fencing that enclosed it and the peek of the crystal blue water through the trees and flowers. It was a beautiful sight. It was wrong. It was not a beautiful day.
She was going to end it.
She slowed down so that she could push open the gate. She recklessly let it slam. Stupid. Stupid, stupid. Now they would know someone had entered.
The small chattering that she could hear ceased. It was not just the two of them. In the distance, she could see them looking around for the person that had entered.
Looking around for her.
"Stop," Taylor panted, her lungs burning and screaming at her.
"Stop," This time, her voice was louder. She grabbed the spines of the fence to help guide herself over. "Don't say yes."
She stayed silent, but Taylor could see her clearly. So clearly. Her mouth was open in surprise. Whatever she was holding in her hand slipped out of her grasp and Taylor could see that she'd stopped breathing.
She was the most beautiful woman Taylor had ever seen. Her wavy blonde hair was not yet wet, and looked ethereal in the bright sunlight. Taylor unbent her spine by standing up more straight. She was still very out of breath, but she no longer needed the assistance of the fence to help her.
"Don't say yes," she repeated. She was walking toward her with confidence and elegance.
She stayed silent. So did he . They all stayed silent. The silence made Taylor want to scream. They were just staring at her as she walked closer.
"I love you," she said. She didn't care about making a fool of herself anymore. She couldn't keep it a secret any longer. She could not marry someone else. Not when she owned Taylor's heart.
"I love you," she repeated.
She kept on walking. She was growing more optimistic, more certain.
"Don't say yes," she said. "Don't marry him."
"Taylor," she murmured. "What are you doing?"
"I love you," she said, as it was the only explanation. The only reason.
Tears filled her eyes and she sucked in a breath. She turned to the man attempting to propose to her. He only shrugged at her.
Taylor got down on one knee. "Marry me," she spoke, her words thick with emotion. "Marry me . Not him."
After the words finally left her mouth, she held her breath.
The girl– her girl– looked into Taylor's eyes. They were wide and blue and absolutely perfect to Taylor.
"Please, marry me," Taylor murmured, for her ears only.
There was a tremble in the girl's lips as she tried to make her voice confident and clear as she said– ...
