this is an absolute mess of a story and escalates very quickly LOL enjoy
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taylor pov:
Travis is using my laptop for some football thing and I hear him call my name from the other room.
"Tay?"
"Yeah?" I yell.
"What's this folder called 2025 tour planning? The tour ends in December, I thought."
"Oh. Yeah. I think i'm gonna tour next year too. It's not for sure, I just don't want the tour to end so soon."
"Taylor you have to tell me these things! You can't just decide you want to change your whole life out of nowhere and not even let me know."
"No I fucking don't have to tell you! It's not even decided for sure. And it's MY life. I'm grown. I'll do whatever the hell I want. If you don't like it then I guess you should leave."
"Tay don't go there."
"Why the fuck not? If you want to go then go. Good fucking bye Travis. Get out."
"Fine." He tells me before gabbing his keys and walking towards the front door.
Just before he turns the handle, he glances back at me. We're both teary eyed, and I think for a split second we both realized this is wrong. He shouldn't be leaving, it should've never become this big of a deal. But it did. And now he's walking out.
The door closes behind him and I burst into tears. It takes hours of sobs and racing thoughts before I eventually fall asleep, black mascara dripping down my face and the puffiest eyes i've ever had.
The next day, I don't get out of bed. I can't, it's too hard.
It takes almost a full week of not picking up my phone or leaving the house until someone finally shows up and knocks.
It takes all the energy I have, but I get up and drag myself to the door.
"Hello?" I quietly ask as I pry open the front door.
"Oh. Tree. Hi."
"What the hell is up with you? You won't answer my calls, my texts, you're not leaving the house, what is wrong?"
"We broke up."
"What?"
"Travis. We broke up. He left. Well, I told him to leave. I don't even really know what happened."
"Oh, honey..."
Tree pulls me into a hug and holds me there until I let go. When I finally pull away, she asks what she can do to help.
"Look, Tree, i'm ok. Really. I just need some time to get myself together. I promise i'll be fine."
"Ok. Well I wanted to make sure you were alive. I know it's hard but please answer when you get calls. People worry, you know. And i'm sorry... about Travis, I mean."
"Thanks. And yes, I will try to answer the phone. Thanks for coming."
"Course. Let me know if you need anything. Bye, Taylor."
"Bye."
I close and lock the door, turning around to lean against it. I stand there for a few minutes, just staring into my empty house. Eventually, I try to drag myself back to my bedroom.
As I pass the laundry room, I notice Travis' shirt hanging on the door. And that's when I realize, he didn't take anything with him.
The panic hits me. Where did he go? He has no clothes. I don't even think he took his wallet. Is he ok? The thoughts start to spiral.
In a moment of panic, I reach for my phone and tap the "Love of my life🫶" contact.
It rings five times, only causing the panic to rise with each one, but then he answers.
"Taylor?"
"Travis! Are you ok? Where are you? Do you have clothes? Money? Do you need to come get your stuff???"
"What? Tay i'm fine. I've been gone almost a week. What are you talking about?"
"Ok. Ok i'm sorry. I just panicked. Sorry. I'll let you go."
"It's ok. Are you sure you're alright? No offense, but you don't really sound alright."
"No Travis i'm not alright. But we're done, and there's nothing you can do. Sorry for calling, goodbye." I tell him and immediately hang up.
I practically fall to the floor in tears. This isn't how it's supposed to be. He should be here.
I pull my emotions together and evaluate my options: I could call him back. Try to fix things. Or I could just forget it and go back to bed where i've spent the last 6 days of my life.
It takes some time, but eventually I pick my phone back up. He answers immediately this time.
"Hey Tay."
"Hi. Do you have a minute? I was wondering if maybe we could talk."
"I do. I'm on the way, actually. I'll be there in literally 30 seconds."
"Oh. Ok. I look like shit. Just so you know."
Travis laughs quietly to himself. "I'm sure you don't. I'm here, open up." He tells me before hanging up.
travis pov
Taylor slowly creaks open the door and I immediately notice how tired she looks. There's bags under her eyes and she looks weaker than ive ever seen her. I can tell we've had the same, shitty, type of week.
I open my arms, inviting her into a hug, but not forcing it if she doesn't want to.
She stays in my arms for several minutes as I rub her back and shoulders.
"I missed you." She whispers.
"I missed you too. I'm sorry I left."
"I'm sorry I told you to leave. I didn't mean it. I just said it in the heat of the moment. Please come back."
I don't even have to think of a response because I already know I want to come back. This week without Taylor has been the hardest week of my life. And from the looks of it, she hasn't had the best week either.
We walk inside together and spend the rest of the night on the couch. We don't say much, only what's necessary. It's late, so I figure we can talk more tomorrow.
Once we get in bed, Taylor shuts off the bedside lamp and turns to me.
"I really am sorry. I missed you so much." She says.
"I know, baby. I missed you too. We can talk tomorrow, I know you're tired. Goodnight, love."
"Night."
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a/n: i don't know what the fuck this is i just needed to write something
i'm losing my mind idk what is happening to my life
anyways how is everyone doing! how are we coping with the end of eras?????
