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

When You Hold Me, It Holds Me Together

Taylor took a moment to feel the guitar in her hands, familiarizing herself with its weight and texture. She strummed a few chords, adjusting the strings before she began to sing,

I've been having a hard time adjusting

I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting

I didn't know if you'd care if I came back

I have a lot of regrets about that

Pulled the car off the road to the lookout

Could've followed my fears all the way down

And maybe I don't quite know what to say

But I'm here in your doorway

I just wanted you to know

That this is me trying

I just wanted you to know

That this is me trying

They told me all of my cages were mental

So I got wasted like all my potential

And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad

I have a lot of regrets about that

I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere

Fell behind all my classmates, and I ended up here

Pouring out my heart to a stranger

But I didn't pour the whiskey

I just wanted you to know

That this is me trying

I just wanted you to know

That this is me trying

At least I'm trying

And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound

It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you

You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town

And I just wanted you to know

That this is me trying

(And maybe I don't quite know what to say)

I just wanted you to know

That this is me trying

At least I'm trying

As Taylor finished the song, she looked up to see Travis with tears streaming down his cheeks. As Taylor strummed the last chord of the song, she slowly lifted her gaze to meet Travis's eyes. Tears had gathered along his lashes, and though he tried to blink them away, a few slipped down his cheeks. His vulnerability was laid bare, the weight of his emotions hanging heavy between them.

"You're... you're an incredible singer," Travis said, his voice husky with emotion. "And that song... it's—" He stopped, seemingly lost for words, a reverence in his expression that spoke louder than anything he could say.

Taylor felt her cheeks warm, both embarrassed and grateful for his words. She wasn't used to sharing this side of herself. "Thank you. I... I usually don't play for anyone. It's more... something I do to process my emotions, not really for an audience."

"You should play for more people," Travis replied, his eyes still glistening. "I'm serious, Taylor. That song was a masterpiece."

She smiled softly, but the compliment stirred something in her. The idea of exposing her heart like that—letting people in—made her nervous. "I don't know, Travis. I'm happy with what I do. Music helps me, but medicine... this hospital... that's what I chose. It's who I am."