Ocean Blue Eyes~

Reconcilation

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Skylor's POV
  As I enveloped Taylor in my arms, my hands clutching tightly only her back, as if I would never let her go. I would never let her go again, now that I had nearly lost her.

"Thank you...you won't regret it,"I breathed into her ear, my warm breath hot on Taylor's skin. I felt her fragile frame tremble slightly and I held her tighter. God...since when did she get so..:small? So skinny? The last time I saw her, she wasn't half as thin as this.

  I pulled away, meeting Taylor's teary eyes, as I asked softly,"Taylor...when did you last eat?"

  The reaction was almost instantaneous, and the air felt as if it had stilled, filling me with chills all over.

  I held my hands in surrender,"it's ok if you don't wanna tell me...it's just a question,"I tried to play it off as calm, but I couldn't stop the trembling hands.

  Taylor's expression remained guarded as she bit her lip and whispered,"let's...let's not talk about that..."

  Sensing something off, I nodded hesitantly and asked,"Anything for you, Swift,"I added a wink into it, trying to lighten the mood. It worked, much to my relief.  

  Taylor's face cracked into a small smile as she teased,"Gods Sky, that's so cheesy," I rolled my eyes, and grinned as I stepped into her room,"let's see what you've been up to,"

  "W-wait!"Taylor practically yelled, diving into her room and slamming the door."I need to...prepare my room first. It's kinda..messy." She mumbled, her voice muffled by the door. I raised my eyebrow, but decided not to question her.

  I tapped my foot on the ground, waiting as paternally as I could. "Can I come in now?"I asked.

  "Yeah...yeah you can,"she replied hesitantly, the door swinging out open for me to enter.

  The scattering of notebooks all around the room stole my breath away. This was what I was seeing. The private sanctuary of my favourite global icon. The one where she kept private, where she poured out all her thoughts, dreams, secrets.

  "Kinda messy?"I joked, feeling victorious when Taylor smiled.

  I turned my head all around, trying to take it all in. God, there were so many notebooks. Scattered on the floor. Strewn on the bed. Laying around on the table. And each notebook I caught sight of had been filled with scribbles- lyrics, poetry, sketches, you name it.

  I glanced back for Taylor approval, and when she nodded, I flopped on her bed, sinking into the soft material. Taylor let out a soft laugh and sat at the edge of the bed. I frowned,"No need to squeeze yourself...it's your bed after all!"

  Her expression flickered, and she looked down and mumbled, face ashen,"I...I don't want to take up too much space.."

  My heart broke. How could she ever take up too much space? This wasn't just about the bed, I realised Taylor's deep rooted fear of constantly taking up too much attention, too much space. I saw the weight of her fear in her eyes, and my heart ached to tell her that she was absolutely wrong, that she deserved to take up space, to be seen and heard and celebrated.

  "Tay...you could never take up too much space."I said softly, my eyes begging her to sit beside me. Taylor did so, after a second of hesitation.

  We sat in comfortable silence, our hands intertwined.

  Please don't be sweaty, please don't be sweaty, I willed my hands, heart jumping through my chest, my inner fangirling self coming to light.

  Taylor Swift was holding my hand. How could  I ever be calm?!?