yours sincerely, daisy. - taylor swift

08

The drive to the beach house was mostly quiet, the soft hum of the engine the only sound between them. Taylor glanced at Daisy from time to time, catching the way her fingers drummed nervously on her knee, her eyes focused on the scenery outside. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the coastline, and as they neared their destination, Taylor felt a knot of anticipation forming in her chest.

She hadn't been sure what to expect when she invited Daisy to the house. Maybe a chance to escape, to breathe, to just be themselves without the constant pressure of the outside world. But now that they were here, the weight of unspoken words and hidden feelings felt heavier than ever.

The house came into view—secluded, perched just above the shore with a perfect view of the ocean. It was simple but beautiful, with wide windows that caught the last rays of sunlight. Taylor parked the car and turned to Daisy, who was still staring out at the water.

"You ready?" Taylor asked, her voice softer than she intended.

Daisy blinked, as if pulled from a daydream, and smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah. Let's do this."

They stepped out of the car, and as soon as Taylor inhaled the salt air, she felt a sense of calm settle over her. She hoped Daisy felt it too. The quietness of the place, the isolation—it was exactly what they needed.

Taylor unlocked the door, and the two of them stepped inside. The interior of the house was warm and inviting, with soft, neutral tones and large windows that looked out onto the beach. It was exactly the kind of place where they could disappear for a little while, where the rest of the world didn't matter.

"You weren't kidding," Daisy said, her voice a little lighter as she walked over to the window. "This place is perfect."

Taylor smiled, watching her. "I figured we both could use a break."

Daisy turned around, leaning against the window frame, her expression softening. "Yeah. I think you're right."

There was a pause, just a beat too long, where their eyes met and lingered. Taylor felt that familiar warmth building in her chest—the same feeling she had been trying to ignore for weeks. It would be so easy to close the distance between them, to say something, to push the boundaries of whatever was happening between them. But she wasn't ready. Not yet.

"Come on," Taylor said, breaking the moment as she grabbed her bag. "I'll show you around."

———

As they moved through the house, Daisy found herself struggling to concentrate on anything other than Taylor. There was a quiet intimacy about the space, something that made Daisy's chest tighten with every glance exchanged between them. The tension was there, lingering just beneath the surface, but neither of them was willing to acknowledge it.

The tour was brief—the house wasn't big, just a cozy kitchen, a living room with soft couches, and two bedrooms. Daisy couldn't help but notice the way Taylor's fingers brushed over the furniture as she walked, almost as if she were grounding herself. Maybe Taylor was just as nervous as she was.