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Taylor sat on the edge of the couch, her heart still racing from the earlier events. The room was quiet now, the excitement of the live stream having faded into an awkward silence. Her fingers trembled as she picked up her phone and opened social media, her eyes scanning the comments with a mix of dread and curiosity.
"Wow, that was unexpected but amazing! You two are so in love!"
"Best live stream ever! You guys are so cute together."
"This is so inappropriate. Why would you stream something so personal?"
"I can't believe what I just saw. Taylor and Travis are goals!"
"Can i join?"
"Taylor, you should have known better. This is too much for your fans."
"I'm disappointed in you. This is not the kind of content I expected."
"Damn, I didn't realize how hot you and Travis could get. That was steamy."
"Taylor, seeing you like that is making me rethink my own relationship goals. Wow."
"Damn, Taylor's got some serious moves! So hot!"
"You two are too much. Honestly, I'm kind of jealous of how intimate you are."
"I never knew you could be so uninhibited. That live stream was something else."
"Taylor, you're a goddess. Travis is so lucky!"
Taylor's face turned pale as she read the negative comments, her guilt weighing heavily on her shoulders. She felt a wave of shame wash over her, her earlier confidence replaced by a gnawing anxiety. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm herself, but the comments kept swirling in her mind.
Travis, who had been watching her quietly, noticed her distress. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. "Hey, it's okay," he said softly, his voice soothing. "Don't let those comments get to you. We both got caught up in the moment."
Taylor shook her head, her eyes still glued to the screen. "It's not just the comments, Travis. I made a huge mistake. This is going to be everywhere, magazines, Twitter, news outlets. I didn't think about the consequences."
Travis's expression shifted from concern to helplessness. He wanted to reassure her, but the gravity of the situation was too much. His anxiety growing as Taylor sat on the couch, visibly distressed. The impact of the live stream and the ensuing comments had overwhelmed her, and he felt helpless. Desperate to find a solution, Travis realized he needed more help than he could offer alone.
He pulled out his phone, dialed Tree's number, and waited for her to pick up. The room was eerily silent except for the faint sounds of Taylor's sobs.
"Hey, Tree, it's Travis. I need your help urgently."
Tree's voice was sharp, a mix of disbelief and frustration. "Travis? Are you kidding me? After what just happened? How are you calling me now? i'm trying to fix the fucking mess you both did, everyone is freaking out."
Travis's tone was pleading. "I know, Tree, I messed up. We both did. But Taylor's having a panic attack. She's overwhelmed by the comments and the media coverage. I don't know what to do. I need you here."
Tree sighed heavily, her irritation evident. "Okay, I'm coming over. But Travis, you need to be more responsible. This is serious. I'll be there as soon as I can."
Travis's voice carried relief and gratitude. "Thank you. I really appreciate it."
Minutes later, Tree stormed into the living room. Her face showed a mix of frustration and concern as she approached Taylor, who was curled up on the couch, her breathing uneven and her eyes red from crying.
