Timeless: Tayvis Oneshots

what was i made for?

When did it end, all the enjoyment?
I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend
It's not what he's made for
What was I made for?

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tw: mild themes of depression

December 2025
Taylor's POV

It had crashed over me like a wave, building slowly, and then spilled over and knocked me off balance.

I should be happy. I should, and I knew that, but I just wasn't. But I was at the same time. It was a contradictory line to balance on, but I was sure doing it.

"Oh it's just gorgeous!" Keleigh gushed over the newly acquired engagement ring on my finger, the one Travis had proposed with at the end of November. "God I can't believe it." She sighed, smiling at me. "I'm so excited for you guys."

"Yeah." I mumbled, forcing a smile onto my face. "Me too."

It wasn't that I was unhappy because of Travis. God, never. He was the best part of my life and this was completely different from how he made me feel. I hadn't even told him things were getting bad, since I just didn't want to. He was stressed over the end of the season, his retirement, controlling the announcement of our engagement, and he was busy with a lot. I didn't want to add to that when I could get through this myself.

"Anyway, I need to get going." Keleigh sighed, finally stepping out of my doorway where we'd been talking for a few minutes. "We're taking off to Vegas when Miles gets home."

"Have so much fun." I smiled forcefully, but I knew I'd perfected the movement. "Send pictures."

"Sure." She laughed, giving me a hug before waving goodbye. I waved back, watching as she went down to her car. I waited until she was safely inside and driving away before I went back inside, my shoulders drooping as soon I was alone.

Letting out a sigh, I slumped back against the wall. It was exhausting being social when I was so drained, but I had loved seeing Keleigh and catching up. Now, I just wanted to crawl into bed and not get up again until Travis got home. If he saw me like this he'd know something was up, so I only had a little while to block everything out.

Benji came and lay with me on the couch when he found me curled up there, an old re-run of friends on TV. He snuggled up with his head nestled against my neck, and I could feel his little comforting breaths as he purred. It was nice.

I hadn't meant to, but I must have fallen asleep since I woke to the feeling of a blanket being draped over me. Startled, I cried out and scrambled up, giving Benji a fright, who meowed in protest and jumped off the couch. My eyes flew around the room, but of course it was just Travis, who smiled sympathetically when our eyes met.

"Sorry baby, didn't mean to scare you." He murmured, putting his phone on the coffee table.

"Sorry." I sighed, tucking my hair out of my face. Travis came to sit with me, and when his arm went around my shoulders, I almost fell against him.

"Long day?" He asked, and I nodded because it was easier than saying anything else. "Well..." Travis kissed my forehead, a wave of comfort washing through me as he did so. "How about I go make a start on dinner while you rest a little more, and then we can watch a movie and go to bed early yeah?"

"Mkay."

"Hey." Travis gently lifted my chin, and I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. "What's going on baby?"

I'm so fucking tired, that's what's going on. Every day it feels like I'm getting up with fifty pound weights on each shoulder, and it's getting harder and harder to eat as much as I know I should. Nothing seems worth it anymore, and I wish it could go away because you make me so happy and I just want us to live in that.