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

We Were Happy

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"Three years ago..." Taylor began, her voice no more than a whisper, "I met Joe at a friend's party. He was... everything. Charming, funny, the kind of person who could make you feel like the world wasn't so heavy." She smiled faintly, the memory of him so distant yet vivid. "For a while, everything felt perfect."

Her voice faltered as the ache of those memories resurfaced, raw and unforgiving. "It was my first year running the hospital. The board was watching me like hawks, waiting for me to fail. I was terrified of letting everyone down. But Joe... he kept me together. He was my rock. And when he needed me the most, I... I couldn't save him."

Her breath hitched, and she felt the sting of tears threatening to fall. "He was an actor," she continued, her voice quieter now. "But things never went the way he hoped. He kept auditioning, and every rejection chipped away at him, a little piece at a time. I could see it happening—the life draining out of him."

Travis, silent but attentive, squeezed her hand, a small gesture of comfort, though his eyes carried the weight of her pain.

Taylor let out a shaky breath. "He stopped leaving the house. Stopped eating. Stopped... living. And I was there, watching, trying to pull him out, but I was drowning too. Everything felt like it was slipping away. But then, something changed for a moment, and I thought things might get better." Her voice quivered with the weight of misplaced hope. "I thought we had a chance to be happy again. I was wrong."

Travis reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. "I'm so sorry, Tay."

Taylor sniffed, wiping away the tears with the back of her hand, as if that could erase the pain. "We had a fight, the night it happened. He was spiraling, and I was trying so hard to reach him, to stop the fall. But he just... he wouldn't let me in. He told me to leave, so I did. I thought... I thought giving him space would help, but it didn't." Her voice cracked under the weight of the words. "It was the last time I saw him alive."

Her sobs came then, quiet but relentless, her body trembling as Travis pulled her closer, holding her as if his arms could shield her from the pain.

"A few hours later, he called," she continued, her voice barely a breath. "He said nothing could fix it. I begged him not to do anything. I told him I loved him, that we'd find a way, but... he had already made up his mind." Her tears fell freely now, a release of years of buried grief. "I knew what he was going to do the moment he hung up, I felt paralyzed, then I rushed to his place, but by the time I got there... it was too late. He'd taken a bottle of pills."

The weight of her grief filled the space between them, tangible and suffocating. Travis's arms tightened around her, steady and grounding, as she pressed on. "I called the ambulance, but I couldn't... I couldn't ride with him. I couldn't bear to see him like that—lifeless, cold. So I drove myself."

She swallowed hard, her voice barely audible. "I don't know what happened. All I could see was him, lying on the floor. I ended up crashing my car into a tree." Her body shuddered with the memory. "I woke up in the hospital, and my mom... she was there. She told me Joe had died two days ago, and I hadn't even known. I didn't get to say goodbye." She closed her eyes, the final admission breaking her voice. "In one night, I lost everything."

The silence that followed was thick, the air heavy with unsaid things. Travis pulled back just enough to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away her tears, his voice gentle but firm. "Maybe he's at peace now, Tay," he whispered, his hand warm against her skin. "Maybe he's in a place where all that pain can't reach him anymore."

Taylor nodded, her heart aching in ways she hadn't let herself feel in years. "Thank you... for being here, Travis. For not giving up on me. I can't... I can't lose you too."

Travis hugged her tighter, his voice steady, unwavering. "You're never going to lose me," he promised. "I'm here, Tay. Always. Best friends, remember?"

Taylor managed a small, tearful chuckle, her gaze meeting his. "Best friends," she repeated, her voice fragile but threaded with something warm, something healing.

They sat in that fragile silence, the weight of vulnerability shared between them, binding them in a way that felt both terrifying and comforting. Taylor realized, for the first time in a long time, that she wasn't alone in her grief anymore.

And in that quiet moment, under the fading afternoon light, Taylor felt something she hadn't in years—a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, it was okay to start letting someone in again.

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So Taylor finally has started to open up to Travis.

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