I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - A Tayvis Story

Say, Don't Go

(TW - Panic attack)

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The flashback hit Taylor with the force of a freight train, pulling her under. She was no longer in Travis's room; she was back in that apartment, back on that cold, unforgiving floor, holding onto someone who was already gone.

Her chest tightened further, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the panic overwhelmed her. She let go of the desk that was supporting her weight, collapsing onto the floor, clutching her chest as she tried to breathe, tried to claw her way back to the present.

But the past was relentless, the memories wrapping around her like a vice, squeezing the air from her lungs. The walls of her office blurred, her vision darkening at the edges as the sound of her ex's voice echoed in her mind, repeating those final, devastating words.

'You can't fix this. You can't fix me.'

Just when she thought she would pass out from the sheer terror of it, Travis stood in front of her taking support of bed,  his eyes wide with alarm as he took in the sight of Taylor crumpled on the floor.

"Taylor!" he shouted, rushing to her side. He dropped to his knees, his hands shaking as he reached for her. "Taylor, breathe. You need to breathe."

Taylor's vision was swimming, her mind trapped in the past, but somewhere, deep down, she heard Travis's voice, grounding her, pulling her back. His hands were on her shoulders, firm and steady, his voice low and soothing.

"It's okay. You're safe," Travis murmured, his voice breaking through the fog of her panic. "Focus on me, Taylor. Look at me."

She tried to do as he said, tried to focus on his face, but the memories were still too strong, too real. Her body shook with the force of her sobs, her breath hitching as she fought to break free.

"I'm right here," Travis continued, his voice gentle but insistent. "You're not alone. You're safe."

Slowly, painfully, Taylor's breath began to steady, the world coming back into focus. Travis's face swam into view, his eyes filled with worry and something else—something deeper, more tender.

"Good, that's it," he encouraged, his voice never wavering. "You're okay, Taylor. You're okay."

Tears streamed down her face as she clung to his words, to the sound of his voice. The pressure in her chest eased slightly, enough for her to take a deep, shuddering breath. She blinked, her vision clearing as she finally looked up at Travis, really looked at him.

"Travis," she whispered, her voice barely audible, raw from the force of her sobs.

"I'm here," he reassured her, his grip on her shoulders firm but comforting. "You're safe. Just breathe."

For a long moment, they stayed like that—Travis grounding her, anchoring her in the present, as Taylor slowly regained control over her breathing. The memories receded, the terror subsiding, leaving her drained and exhausted.

When she could finally speak, Taylor's voice was shaky, fragile. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

Travis shook his head, his expression softening as he gently wiped a tear from her cheek. "You don't have to apologize. You're human, Taylor. Looks like You've been carrying so much for so long... it's okay to break down."

His words, spoken with such tenderness, broke something loose inside her. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes, but this time, they weren't tears of panic—they were tears of release.

"I couldn't save him," she whispered, the confession slipping out before she could stop it. "No matter what I did, I couldn't save him."

Travis's eyes darkened with understanding, but he didn't press her for details. He simply held her closer, offering her the comfort she so desperately needed.

"You've saved more people than you know," he said softly, his voice filled with quiet conviction. "Including me. You're saving me, Taylor."

His words hit her like a physical force, her breath catching in her throat. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, searching his face for any sign that he was just saying it to comfort her. But all she saw was sincerity, a depth of emotion that she hadn't been prepared for.

"I can't lose you too," she finally admitted, the fear that had been eating at her for so long finally spilling out. "I can't go through that again."

Travis gently cupped her face in his hands, his touch warm and steady. "You won't lose me, Taylor. I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere."

Their faces were inches apart, the air between them charged with unspoken emotions. Taylor felt a pull, a gravitational force drawing her closer to him. But she hesitated, the scars of her past still raw and painful. "I think I should leave right now," Taylor whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Thank you for helping me."

Travis slowly let go of her, understanding the internal struggle she was facing. She got up, almost stumbling as she rushed to her office to grab her things and go home. She passed by Tree like a gust of wind, her tear-streaked face leaving Tree standing there in shock.

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So, I changed title of ch 10 cause it felt more right.

Today was a good day for me lol (I finally got admission in college, I was worried for it lmao), so I'll put another chapter too rn and yeah the irony here lol, the chapter vs my good day

Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed:)

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