Because Hearts Get Broken

Same Moon, Different Galaxies

"Taylor, this album is truly a masterpiece. Everyone is talking about it! The lyricism. And the production!"

The studio buzzes with the noise of celebration. It's her album release party, well, the first one of many to come.
She floats through the crowd in a black dress, her smile warm as she receives congratulations after congratulation.

Her heart swells with pride and melancholy, the praise leaving a bittersweet aftertaste.

"Thank you. It means a lot to hear that."

"You've poured so much of yourself into this. People can feel that. It's like a window into your soul, and they're responding to it."

She nods, appreciating the sentiment. She glances out onto the balcony, her thoughts drifting. She needs some fresh air, and she excuses herself making her way outside.

New York sprawls beneath and into the horizon in front of her, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

She leans against the railing, the sensation of the metal in her hands throwing her back to a distant night, and her gaze is drawn to a plane flying across the sky. The sight moving her.

Her life is finally making sense to her. Still, she can't help but wish she could be on it, carrying her wherever Harry might be tonight. Or better yet, she wishes he could be here to share in the success of the album that has been so deeply inspired by him.

But he isn't here to celebrate with her, and his absence settles heavily on her chest. Her new album is a testament to her journey the past couple of years. Somehow it feels like a piece of her story is missing without him here to witness it.

Across the Atlantic Harry boards his private jet, the familiar hum of the engines blending with the low murmur of his team as they all prepare for take-off.

He settles into his seat, glancing out the window as the plane begins to taxi down the runway.

The view from above is always a comfort to him, a reminder of how far he's come and the success he's achieved. Ironically, he feels safer in the sky than he does on solid ground.

As the jet climbs into the sky, he watches the world below shrink into a blur. A plane flies past his, and his thoughts momentarily drift to Taylor. He wonders if that plane might be hers, maybe taking her somewhere, perhaps somewhere he can reach. Somewhere they can simply be, together.

The dull pain of missing her is still there, a quiet ache that lingers beneath the surface, like a loyal companion. A tangled mess of shushed what-if's.

He no longer spends his days troubled, wondering where she is or what she's doing, but the hollow feeling of her absence remains.
He has learnt to respect her need for space and the journey she is on, despite the quiet acceptance that she has unintentionally taken a piece of him with her, and he may never get it back.