yours sincerely, daisy. - taylor swift

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Daisy's throat tightened as she forced herself to meet Taylor's gaze. The words she was about to say felt like they would tear her apart, but she knew it had to be done. She couldn't keep living in this in-between space, stuck in the shadows of Taylor's life, unsure of where they stood. The weight of it had been pressing down on her for too long, and she had finally reached her breaking point.

"You're losing me, Taylor," Daisy said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. She watched as Taylor's expression shifted, her eyes widening with panic, but Daisy pressed on. "Every time you pull me close and then push me away, I lose a little more of myself. And I can't... I can't keep doing this."

Taylor took a step closer, reaching out instinctively as if to touch her, but Daisy stepped back, holding up a hand to stop her. "Daisy, don't say that. Please, just... don't."

But Daisy shook her head, tears threatening to spill over. "It's over, Taylor. This—us—it's over. I can't keep waiting for you to decide if I'm enough, or if you're brave enough to be with me out in the open. I deserve more than this... more than being your secret."

Taylor's breath hitched, her eyes glistening as she tried to form a response. "I love you, Daisy. You know I do. It's just—" She struggled with the words, her voice faltering. "It's complicated."

"Love isn't supposed to feel like this, Taylor," Daisy said, her voice breaking as she held back a sob. "It's not supposed to hurt this much. And if you really loved me the way you say you do, you wouldn't be so afraid to show it."

Taylor stood frozen, her hand falling limply to her side, her face a mixture of shock and devastation. For a moment, the world felt unbearably still, like everything had stopped in the aftermath of Daisy's words.

"I'm done," Daisy whispered, wiping at her eyes. "I'm done waiting for you."

Daisy's heart ached as she saw the devastation written all over Taylor's face, but she knew she couldn't let herself waver. It had taken everything in her to say what she had said, and she couldn't afford to take any of it back now. She had to let go—for both of their sakes.

"I hope things work out between you and Joe," Daisy added softly, though the words tasted bitter on her tongue. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but each word carried the weight of her resignation. "I really do."

Taylor's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Daisy could see the struggle, the guilt, the pain etched into every inch of her expression.

Daisy's chest tightened, but she fought back her own tears. She couldn't break now. Not after everything they'd been through. "Goodbye, Taylor," she whispered, her voice trembling as she forced herself to turn and walk away, the finality of her words echoing between them.

As Daisy left, the silence that followed felt heavier than any goodbye she'd ever uttered.

-

Daisy barely made it through the door of her apartment before the dam broke. The tears she had been holding back came rushing in all at once, and she collapsed onto the couch, her body shaking with sobs. Every word she had said to Taylor, every tearful glance, every unspoken plea—it all felt like too much. She pressed her face into her hands, gasping for breath as the grief consumed her.

Hours passed, though it felt like minutes. Her throat was raw, her eyes swollen and red, but the pain still clawed at her chest. There was no escaping it. The weight of everything—what she had lost, what she had let go—hung over her like a storm she couldn't outrun.

At some point, her hands moved on their own, reaching for the drawer in the small side table beside her. She pulled out a single sheet of paper, the lines stark and empty, waiting for her to fill them with the words she couldn't keep bottled up anymore. She grabbed a pen, her fingers trembling as she touched it to the page.

For a long time, she stared at the blank paper, unsure where to start. Her mind was a swirl of emotions, each one more painful than the last. But slowly, she began to write. The words poured out of her, raw and unfiltered, as if by writing them down, she could finally make sense of the heartbreak she'd been carrying for so long.

Her tears splattered onto the page as she wrote, the ink smudging in places, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. This was the only way she could say everything she needed to say without breaking down in front of Taylor again. Each stroke of the pen felt like a release, even if it only deepened the ache in her chest.

When she was finally done, Daisy stared down at the letter, her heart pounding in her ears. She didn't reread it—she couldn't bear to. Instead, she folded the paper carefully, sliding it into an envelope. Her hands were still shaking as she wrote Taylor's name on the front.

She grabbed her jacket and slipped the letter into her bag before leaving her apartment. The night air was cold and crisp, a sharp contrast to the heat of the emotions swirling inside her. She walked the familiar route to Taylor's building, her steps slow, her heart heavy with the finality of it all. When she reached Taylor's mailbox, she hesitated for only a second before dropping the letter inside.

It was done.

As she stood there, staring at the closed mailbox, Daisy felt an emptiness settle over her. There was no going back now.

When she returned home, she took her phone out, her hands trembling once more. She scrolled through her contacts, her heart pounding when she found Taylor's name. She hesitated for a brief moment, her thumb hovering over the screen, but then she pressed down.

Block.

Delete.

Taylor's name disappeared, wiped clean from her phone, but not from her heart.

Daisy dropped the phone onto the table, staring at the now-empty space where Taylor's name had been.