Taylor Swift - instagram imagine

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the first light of new year's day seeps through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. you blink awake, still feeling the warmth of sleep clinging to you. you turn your head slightly and see taylor lying beside you, her body relaxed and peaceful. taylor's bare skin is half-covered by the sheets, her hair tousled from sleep, and her lips parted slightly as she breathes softly. you can't help but smile at the sight—taylor looks so beautiful, so serene.

unable to resist, you lean over and press a gentle kiss to taylor's cheek. she stirs slightly, a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, but she doesn't wake. you linger for a moment, watching your girlfriend sleep, before carefully slipping out of bed. moving quietly around the room, you get dressed and ready for the day. your mind is already buzzing with thoughts about the meeting you have scheduled with your father—a meeting you're not looking forward to.

once you're dressed, you grab a piece of paper and scribble a note for taylor, keeping it short but sweet. you don't want her to worry when she wakes up and finds the bed empty. the note simply reads, "gone to grab breakfast. be back soon. love you." you place it on the pillow beside taylor, giving her one last glance before heading out of the apartment.

the cold new york air hits you as soon as you step outside, but you hardly notice. your mind is too preoccupied with the meeting you're about to have. you walk briskly to the starbucks near your workplace, a familiar spot that now feels charged with tension. as you push open the door, the warmth of the coffee shop envelops you, along with the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

and there he is—your father, sitting at a table by the window. his back is to you, but you recognize him instantly. he looks older, more worn than you remember. but what catches you off guard is the little girl sitting next to him, a child who couldn't be more than four years old. the girl has big, curious eyes and curly hair that frames her small face. your heart clenches at the sight, but you push the feeling down and walk over to the table.

"yn," your father greets you, standing up as you approach. he attempts a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. he even moves as if to hug you, but you quickly step back, keeping your distance. his smile fades, replaced by a look of unease.

"let's just get this over with," you say, your voice flat. you're not in the mood for pleasantries.

he nods and sits back down, and you take the seat across from him. the little girl watches you with wide eyes, her small hands clutching a stuffed toy. your father begins with small talk, awkwardly trying to bridge the years of silence between you. but you're not having it.

"cut the crap," you snap, catching yourself before you curse in front of the girl. "why did you want to meet?"

you sit across from your father, arms crossed tightly over your chest, your jaw clenched in barely contained anger. the tension in the air is thick, his discomfort palpable as he tries to find the right words. finally, he sighs heavily and looks at you, his expression serious.

"things have changed since you left," he begins, his voice heavy with the weight of what he's about to say. your eyes narrow, gaze hardening as you brace yourself for whatever is coming. "i met someone... after you were gone. she was younger, and we—well, we had a daughter together."

your eyes flick to the little girl sitting quietly beside him, her small hands clutching a stuffed toy. your heart twists at the sight, a mix of emotions churning inside you—anger, confusion, sadness. you don't know how to feel about the fact that you have a half-sister you've never met, a child who is a stranger to you.

your father continues, clearly struggling to get the words out. "but... she left us. she decided she didn't want to stay, and now it's just me and her." he nods toward the little girl, his face lined with guilt and fear. "and i... i'm terrified, yn. terrified that i'm going to do the same thing to her that i did to you. i don't want to abandon her, but i'm scared that i'll mess it up again. i can't... i can't make the same mistakes."