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A/N: this one is lowkey sad.. don't hate me tho!

The world felt muted in the days following Abigail's death, as if a heavy blanket had been draped over Taylor Swift's life. The vibrant colors of her surroundings seemed dulled, the melodies she once crafted with ease now tangled in a fog of sorrow. It was a Sunday when she received the call, an unassuming day that had turned into a nightmare. She could still hear the voice on the other end, steady yet soaked in grief, relaying the news that had shattered her reality.

Abigail Anderson was gone.

She had been Taylor's confidante, her sister, her safe place in a chaotic world. The news of her sudden passing, a car accident on a rain-slicked highway, felt like an earthquake, shaking the very foundation of Taylor's existence. They had spoken just days before, laughter ringing through the phone as they made plans for an upcoming weekend together. Now, those plans were nothing but a cruel reminder of the fragility of life.

The first week was a haze of grief and disbelief. Friends and family surrounded Taylor, offering condolences and comfort, but it all felt surreal. She moved through the motions, but her heart felt like a heavy stone lodged in her chest. Each morning she woke, the realization that Abigail was truly gone crashed over her like a wave, pulling her under again and again.

Travis Kelce was the one person who seemed to understand. He had come over the day after she received the news, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a somberness that matched her own. As soon as he entered her home, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as the tears spilled down her cheeks.

"I'm here," he murmured softly, rubbing her back in soothing circles. "You don't have to go through this alone."

Taylor felt the warmth of his presence seep into her, a balm for the rawness of her pain. Travis had always been a reliable friend, but in this moment, he became her rock. They sat together in silence for hours, the only sound the occasional sniffle or the soft patter of rain against the window. His unwavering support was a reminder that even in her darkest hours, she was not entirely alone.

As the days wore on, the reality of planning Abigail's funeral loomed over her like a storm cloud. The thought of standing before friends and family to honor her friend felt daunting, almost impossible. But deep down, Taylor knew she had to do it. Abigail deserved to be celebrated, to have her life remembered with love and laughter, despite the overwhelming grief that threatened to swallow her whole.

On the day of the funeral, the air was heavy with unspoken words and shared sorrow. Taylor stood in front of the mirror, her reflection a haunting reminder of the girl she used to be. She chose a simple black dress, the fabric soft against her skin, but it felt foreign. No outfit could reflect the heartache that lay beneath. She carefully applied her makeup, but even the artifice could not hide the sadness in her eyes.

Travis arrived just as she finished. He looked handsome in a tailored suit, his expression somber yet supportive. When he walked into her room, his eyes softened. "You look beautiful," he said, meaning it with every fiber of his being.

"I feel like a mess," she admitted, biting her lip to hold back more tears.

"You're not a mess. You're human," he replied gently. "Let's go honor Abigail."

The church was filled with familiar faces, a sea of friends and family gathered to celebrate the life of a woman who had touched so many. The air was thick with flowers, their scents mingling in a bittersweet aroma that only heightened the ache in Taylor's chest. As she walked down the aisle, she felt the weight of every gaze, every whispered condolence. It was almost overwhelming, but Travis was by her side, his presence grounding her.