Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

who are we to fight the alchemy

14th July, 2023
Denver N1

The past few weeks had been exactly the same, on loop. Wake up late, force a smile, put on a show, go home, break down crying until I can't breathe, sleep. It felt like a godawful never ending cycle, that I had absolutely no way of escaping.

I hadn't gone a day without crying since the moment Matty decided to walk out the door after a few rounds of– what was apparently, meaningless sex. It had probably been my own fault. I'd pushed down all my feelings from my breakup with Joe, then ran to Matty, and somehow, managed to get my heart shattered again, without ever letting it heal. I had turned into some sort of crumpling piece of paper, and had managed to convince myself that love no longer existed, and there was no point to anything anymore.

I couldn't even begin to fathom how a hopeless romantic like myself had given up so easily, but I was sure of it. My purpose in life wasn't to find a soulmate, I was just born to be single forever. Someone that would grow old with her friends and her cats. No soulmate, no family, nothing.

After tonight's show, I didn't stick around. I got changed and left almost immediately, heading straight back to the hotel to follow my same, sad routine. I showered, chewed on a few cubes of ice to satisfy my hunger, then tucked myself into bed.

My room was silent and pitch black, the air thick with melancholy. I couldn't lay here and be happy no matter how hard I tried. I spent so much of my day faking it, that by the time I was alone, I had to let myself feel all the feelings I'd masked. I was depressed.

My phone buzzed, and I let my head loll to the side. I assumed it was something to do with work, and sure enough, it was Tree. I ignored it, and rolled over, squeezing my eyes shut as I often did. It was an easy way to escape from reality.

Half a second later, my phone buzzed again, and I blinked my eyes open, then sat up against the headboard, and let out an exasperated sigh. Reaching for my phone, I tapped open the message.

Tree: Hey Taylor, I just wanted to share this with you. Watch it when you get the chance.

Attached below the message was a link to a video. Curious to what on earth Tree was talking about, I clicked on it. It took a second to load, and when it did, a familiar face popped up on my screen.

Jason Kelce.

My dad was a big Eagle's fan, so I knew a little about him. It appeared to be some sort of podcast, and on the other side of the screen was another man, who I assumed must be Jason's brother, whose name I was pretty sure was Travis.

I almost paused the video, not wanting to let myself get caught up in whatever Tree was hinting at. But I took a deep breath, and let it play.

"I know you went to the Taylor Swift concert, how was it?"

"Yeah, well, I was disappointed that... she doesn't talk, before or after her shows, because she has to save her voice for the 44 songs that she sings... so I was a little butthurt I didn't get to hand her one of the bracelets I made for her."

"You made her a bracelet?"

"Yeah. If you're up on uh- Taylor Swift concerts, there are friendship bracelets, and I received a bunch of them being there, but I wanted to give Taylor Swift one... with my number on it... alright nah."

"Your number as in 87? Or your phone number?"

"You know which one."