Tayvis one shots

Realisation pt3

This isn't the best but I tried to make it a happy ending cuz I can't do sad endings at the moment

It had been three long years since Taylor walked out of his life, leaving Travis standing in the wreckage of their broken relationship. The night she left had been a turning point for him—her absence had exposed the deep cracks in his life, forcing him to confront his demons. He couldn't run from the truth any longer: the anger, the control, the hurt. All of it had been on him, and if he didn't change, he'd end up alone, lost to the darkness inside him.

The years that followed had been grueling. Therapy became his lifeline—session after session, digging into the roots of his rage, understanding the triggers that had shaped him. The journey was painful, but he learned to rebuild himself piece by piece. The anger was still there, but now, he knew how to manage it, how to recognize it before it overtook him. He had lost so much—Taylor most of all—but through the process, he found a version of himself he had long forgotten existed.

He had settled into a quiet life. It wasn't glamorous, but it was peaceful. Travis had made peace with the fact that he might never see Taylor again. He had accepted that she had moved on. He wasn't sure he'd ever truly be able to let go of her, but he understood that loving her meant letting her heal, even if it wasn't with him.

But on a quiet Sunday afternoon, everything changed.

Travis was sitting on the back porch of his modest house, a cup of coffee cooling on the table beside him as he flipped through a book. The day was calm, the kind of stillness that brought him a sense of peace. His life had become small, but he had found solace in the simplicity of it.

The sound of tires crunching on the gravel driveway startled him. He wasn't expecting anyone. His heart began to race, an instinctive reaction, but he tried to brush it off. Visitors weren't exactly common, but it wasn't impossible.

When he heard the knock on the door, Travis set the book down and walked inside, pulling the door open.

There she was.

Taylor stood on the front steps, looking almost exactly as he remembered her, yet different somehow—stronger, more grounded. Her dark hair fell in waves around her shoulders, and her eyes, though cautious, still held the warmth he remembered. Time had softened her in some ways, but he could see the strength behind the softness, the resilience she had built in the years they had spent apart.

For a long moment, neither of them said anything. They just stared at each other, the weight of everything unsaid hanging in the air between them.

"Hi, Travis," she said, her voice tentative but steady.

"Taylor." His voice caught in his throat, her name feeling foreign on his tongue after so long. "What are you... what are you doing here?"

She hesitated, her hands twisting nervously in front of her. "I've been thinking about you. About us. For a long time."

Travis's chest tightened. He had thought about her every single day since she left, but he had never dared to hope that she might be thinking of him too.

"Can I come in?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Travis blinked, still trying to process the moment, but he quickly stepped aside. "Yeah, of course."

Taylor walked past him, her presence filling the small living room. She looked around, taking in the space—new furniture, cleaner, quieter than the chaos that had once surrounded their life together. Travis could feel his pulse racing as he closed the door behind her. He had never expected to see her again, let alone here, in his home.

"Nice place," she said softly, but he could hear the nervousness in her voice. It wasn't the house she cared about, and they both knew it.

He stood awkwardly by the couch, unsure of what to say. His mind raced, but all the words felt inadequate. The last time they had spoken, it had been through tears, anger, and pain. And now here she was, after all these years.

"You look... good," he finally managed, his voice rough with emotion.

"So do you," Taylor replied, offering him a small smile. It wasn't forced, but it was tinged with uncertainty. "I've heard... I've heard from mutual friends that you've been working on yourself. That you've changed."

Travis nodded slowly. "Yeah, I have. I had to." He hesitated, his throat tightening. "For you. For me."

Taylor looked down at her hands, as if gathering the courage to continue. "I needed to leave back then," she said, her voice soft but steady. "I was broken, Travis. You broke me. I didn't know how to keep loving you when it hurt so much."

Her words cut deep, but he knew they were true. He had been the one who had destroyed everything they had built. The guilt had weighed on him for years, but hearing her say it, now, face to face, hit him harder than anything.

"I know," he said quietly. "And I'm so sorry. For everything. For the way I treated you. I can't ever take that back, but I've spent every day trying to become better. Trying to be someone you could be proud of."

Taylor's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but she blinked them back. "I see that," she whispered. "I can see it in you. You've changed, Travis. And so have I."

She took a deep breath, stepping a little closer to him, though the distance between them still felt like miles. "I don't know why I came today," she admitted, her voice trembling. "Part of me thought I could move on, but I haven't. I've tried, but something keeps pulling me back to you. To us."

Travis's heart ached at her words. He had longed for this moment, yet now that it was happening, he felt paralyzed, terrified of saying the wrong thing.

"I don't expect you to forgive me," he said, his voice barely audible. "I don't even know if we could ever be... what we were. But I want to try. If there's even a chance, Taylor... I want to try."

Taylor looked up at him, her eyes full of uncertainty but also something else—hope. "I don't know what this is, Travis. I don't know if we can go back. But maybe we don't have to."

Travis swallowed hard, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "We don't have to go back," he whispered. "We can start over. Fresh."

Taylor stepped closer, and this time, there was no hesitation. She reached out, gently taking his hand in hers. The touch was familiar but tentative, like the beginning of something new. Travis felt a rush of warmth spread through him at the simple gesture, a flicker of hope he hadn't allowed himself to feel in years.

"I want to try," Taylor said softly. "But we take it slow. We figure this out together. And if it doesn't work, we walk away knowing we gave it our best."

Travis nodded, his throat too tight to speak. He squeezed her hand gently, letting the moment wash over him. This wasn't the ending he had imagined all those years ago, but it was something better—a new beginning, filled with the potential for healing and growth.

They stood there in the quiet, the weight of their past still lingering between them, but this time, there was something stronger than the pain—there was hope. And for the first time in a long time, Travis believed that maybe, just maybe, they could build something beautiful out of the ashes of what had once been.

Together, they would start over. And this time, they would get it right.