Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

Why didnt you tell me? (TW!!)

BIG TRIGGERWARNING!!
the following story will include self harm und suicide, if this triggers you dont read it!

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It was too much-the pain, the thoughts of being a failure. The only perfect thing in your life was Taylor. A tear fell as you placed the letter on Taylor's side of the bed. You walked to the bathroom, locked the door, and sat on the floor. You wanted to hear Taylor's voice one last time, so you called her.

"Hey honey, everything alright?" Taylor answered.

"Yes, everything's fine. I just wanted to check on you. Where are you right now?"

"I'm at the studio, I'll be home in an hour."

"Okay... Taylor, I really love you. I just wanted to make sure you know that."

"I love you too, and you can be sure I know it. Hopefully, you know how much I love you, dear."

"Thank you, Taylor. I love you. Goodbye, my love."

"Goodbye, Y/N."

Tears streamed down your face as the call ended. You took the pills and looked at the empty cup, longing for peace.

Taylor's POV:

"Jack, I need to go. I think Y/N is trying to take her life," I screamed, my voice breaking with fear. "Taylor, you can't drive in this condition. I'll drive you," Jack said, grabbing my car keys. We ran to the car, and Jack started driving. "Faster, please," I begged. Jack drove as fast as he could, but it felt agonizingly slow. "Everything will be alright, Taylor," he whispered, trying to comfort me.

"She used to self-harm! Nothing will be alright! Oh my God, I need to call an ambulance," I screamed, dialing 911 with shaking hands. "Jack, wait outside the house for the ambulance. I'm going to find Y/N," I instructed as we arrived. I rushed into the house, frantically searching every room.

When I reached the bathroom, the door was locked. "Y/N, are you in there?" I yelled, but got no response. In a panic, I kicked the door down. There she was, lying on the floor, her arms bloody and an empty cup beside her. "Y/N!" I screamed, dropping to my knees beside her.

She had a pulse, but it was weak. I scooped her up, wrapping my arms around her tightly as I ran out. "Please, you can't die. I don't want my future with anyone else," I whispered desperately. Jack was outside, and as I reached him, the ambulance arrived. "She had an overdose!" I cried, tears streaming down my face. "Okay, ma'am, we'll take her to the hospital. On the way, you need to give us all the information," the paramedic said as they laid Y/N on a stretcher.

Time Skip - Y/N's POV:

I slowly opened my eyes. Where am I? Am I still alive? "Y/N," a familiar voice called. "Jack, she's awake!" It was Taylor. "What happened?" I asked, my voice weak. "You tried to kill yourself," Taylor murmured. I started crying. "I'm so sorry, Taylor. I didn't want to hurt you." Taylor said nothing, just hugged me tightly.

After the doctors ran a few checks, they sent me home. We had a follow-up appointment in a week. Taylor drove us home. "I was really scared, Y/N. You were in a coma for three days," she said, her voice filled with exhaustion and sadness. She looked so tired. "I'm sorry, Tay," I whispered, feeling miserable. "It's okay, darling. It wasn't your fault." Silence filled the car. "Why didn't you talk to me?" she asked. I hesitated, then answered, "I didn't want to be a burden to you."

When we finally got home, we decided to rest. The letter was still on the bed. "Didn't you go home?" I asked. "No... I couldn't leave your side," she whispered. We lay on the bed, and she hugged me tightly. "Please, never ever do this again. I can't imagine a life without you," Taylor pleaded. "Can I read the letter?" she asked softly. I nodded.

The Letter:

To my beloved Taylor,

I'm sorry, but I can't stay in this world any longer. I truly love you, but I want you to move on. Live your life to the fullest. I know I hold you back, and I want you to live your life at the speed you desire. I hope you find someone who loves you more than I do. I really love you from the bottom of my heart. Please don't be too sad. There's no place for me in this world. I will watch over you.

With love,
Y/N

Taylor started crying. "I'm so sorry, I didn't notice your struggle. I could have helped you," she sobbed. "It's okay, darling," I said, also starting to cry. "I'll take a few days off so I can take care of you. We are going on vacation," she said, her voice determined yet gentle.