Taylor Swift - instagram imagine

52.

"oh my god, i'm so excited" you said as you and taylor were in the car, directed to the airport to go to south america.

"have you ever been to south america?" she asked you curious.

"nope, i've only been in idaho, new york and italy, since my mom was born there, but nothing else" you explained.

"your mom is from italy?" she asked you surprised.

a small, fond smile touched your lips as you thought back. "my mom was from venice. we actually lived there, but we'd visit the states every summer."

taylor's eyes widened in excitement. "venice? that's incredible! How come you never mentioned it before?"

you shrugged, feeling a mix of nostalgia and a twinge of sadness.

"it just never came up, i guess. my mom was really proud of where she came from. she taught me italian when i was little and lived in the states, and we'd spend most of the year in venice. the city was like something out of a dream."

there was a gentle warmth in your voice as you spoke of those memories, the kind that comes from recalling a time that was both magical and bittersweet. taylor noticed, her expression softening as she leaned in a little closer.

"that sounds amazing," she said, her voice filled with genuine wonder. "do you still visit there?"

the question made your smile fade slightly, the memories shifting to something more somber. "not anymore. every few years i go check on my grandma but that's it."

taylor must have sensed the change in your mood because she didn't press further. she studied your face for a moment, her expression gentle, before she asked softly.

"where's your mom now?"

the question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotion. you took a deep breath, steadying yourself before you spoke.

"she died when i was thirteen. there was a shooting at a supermarket. she... she didn't make it."

the words were heavy, laden with grief that time hadn't quite erased. taylor's eyes widened in shock, her hand instinctively reaching out to cover yours.

"oh my god, yn... i'm so sorry."

you nodded, swallowing hard as you tried to keep your emotions in check.

"it was... it was really hard. we were living in venice at the time, and it happened during one of our summer visits to america. after that, we never went back."

there was a heavy silence in the car, the weight of your words settling between you. taylor's grip on your hand tightened, her thumb brushing gently over your knuckles in a comforting gesture

"i can't even imagine how hard that must have been for you."

"it was the hardest thing I've ever been through," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

"losing her like that... it changed everything. we moved back to America after she died, and I never really looked back. i just... couldn't."

taylor nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "i wish i could have met her. she sounds like an incredible woman."

"she was," you said, a small, sad smile tugging at your lips. "she really was."

you get to the airport and paparazzi were already there.

"fuck, paparazzi are here, i thought that leaving this early in the morning would be a good idea to avoid them" she thought out loud before turning to you.