Book Of Firsts - Tayvis/TnT

First Apology

Travis's POV

The first light of morning crept into the bedroom, casting soft shadows on the walls. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the emptiness beside me an echo of the argument we'd had the night before. Taylor was gone, and the quiet in the apartment felt heavy and oppressive. The reality of our fight weighed on me, and I couldn't shake the nagging regret that had settled in my chest.

I'd let my emotions get the better of me. I'd acted out of frustration, and now I had to find a way to make things right. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I glanced at it, contemplating what to say. I needed to apologize and let Taylor know how much she meant to me. More than anything, I wanted her to come back home so we could talk and resolve this.

I picked up my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I composed a message. I wanted it to be heartfelt, to convey the depth of my remorse and my desire to fix things between us. I took a deep breath and typed out the message, my heart racing with anxiety.

9:15 AM

Travis: Hey Taylor. I'm really sorry about last night. I've had some time to think, and I realize I overreacted. Can you please come home? We need to talk. I miss you.

I hit send, feeling a mix of hope and trepidation. The minutes dragged on as I waited for her response. Each tick of the clock seemed to stretch longer than the last, and the silence was deafening. I tried to focus on positive thoughts, reminding myself that we'd faced challenges before and come out stronger. But the fear of losing her made it hard to stay calm.

Finally, my phone buzzed with a new message. I grabbed it eagerly, my pulse quickening as I read her reply.

9:45 AM

Taylor: Okay. I'll be back soon.

Relief washed over me, but it was tinged with nervousness. I knew we had a lot to talk about, and I wanted to make sure I approached it the right way. I had to show her how much I cared and how deeply I regretted the way things had unfolded.

I spent the next hour preparing for her return, trying to think of ways to express my apology. I tidied up the apartment, making sure it was as inviting and comfortable as possible. I knew it wouldn't erase the pain, but I wanted her to feel welcomed and loved when she came back.

When I heard the soft knock on the door, my heart skipped a beat. I opened it, and there she was—looking beautiful, even though her eyes were puffy from crying. My heart ached seeing her like this, and I stepped aside to let her in.

"Taylor," I said softly, my voice catching in my throat. "I'm so sorry for how I acted last night. I let my frustration get the best of me, and it wasn't fair to you. I never wanted to hurt you."

She took a deep breath, her eyes searching mine. "I just needed some space to think," she said quietly. "It was overwhelming, and I needed to get away from everything for a bit."

I nodded, taking a step closer to her. "I understand. I should have been more patient and understanding. I'm really sorry for how I reacted. I love you so much, and I never want to be the reason you feel hurt."

I reached out and gently cupped her face in my hands, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palms. I leaned in slowly, my heart pounding as I pressed my lips to hers. The kiss was tender and full of emotion—an apology, a promise, and an expression of my love all rolled into one. It was a way to convey everything I felt without words.

When we finally pulled away, I looked into her eyes, hoping she could see the sincerity in my gaze. "I love you, Taylor," I said softly. "I never want us to be like this. I want us to face everything together, no matter what."

Her eyes glistened with tears, and she nodded, a small tear slipping down her cheek. "I love you too, Travis. Let's work through this together. I want us to be okay."

We embraced, holding each other close as if trying to bridge the gap that had formed between us. I could feel her warmth, her heartbeat against my chest, and it was a comforting reminder of why we were together. The tension and sadness began to melt away as we simply held each other, savoring the closeness and the promise of better days ahead.

After a few moments, I pulled back slightly, cupping her face in my hands once more. "Thank you for coming back," I said softly. "We'll get through this. I promise."

She smiled faintly, her eyes still reflecting the vulnerability of the night before. "I know. And I'm here because I believe in us. We'll make it through."

We spent the rest of the morning talking things through, addressing our concerns and making sure we understood each other's perspectives. It wasn't easy, but it was necessary. And through it all, I felt a renewed sense of hope and commitment. We were stronger together, and I knew we could face any challenge as long as we supported each other.

By the time the afternoon rolled around, the apartment felt lighter, and the air between us was filled with a sense of reconciliation and love. We knew there would be more challenges ahead, but for now, we were together, and that was all that mattered.