She lost him...Sweeran/Talvin One Shot

She Lost Him... Sweeran/Tavlin One Shot

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Taylor poured herself over the ground hours after the guests had left the cemetery, watering the Earth with her sorrow and tears.

"WHY?" she continuously shouted at no one in particular. She stayed in the same place for much too long for anyone's liking, though, including her own liking. Four or five hours, she guessed, she'd been crying. Eventually she shakily rose to her feet and brushed off the dirt caked onto her black leggings, and wiped her tear stained cheeks.

"OK, I'm going home now, Adam," she started calling him by his birth name, rather than Calvin, when they first got engaged, by his request, "I'll visit you again as soon as possible. I love you." She spoke softly to the head stone. She kissed her hand and pressed her fingertips against the the large stone. Taylor slowly walked towards the gravel parking lot, her car the only there for quite some time now.

She drove home to the New York apartment the couple bought only a few weeks before the accident. The drive was long, it was lonely and quiet. Nothing like the kind of drives that Taylor and Calvin would take, just for fun. There was laughter, and music, and love. Not tears and sadness. Taylor never wished to change the past during those car rides. And never did she wish Calvin never got hit by that damned car during those drives.

A fifteen minute drive later, although it seemed much longer, Taylor was back home. As she unlocked the door to the apartment, she expected to be greeted by her cats, Meredith and Olivia, she didn't expect to find her two best friends, Karlie and Ed, to be making small talk on her couch. Normally this would be a pleasant surprise. But normally her husband of two months didn't just die, so she wasn't exactly in the mood for company.

"Oh," she says, surprised as she walks in the door, "hi guys. I thought you went back home?"

"We couldn't leave you to be here by yourself," Karlie informs her.

"Thanks. But I really don't feel like hosting people anymore. So thanks, but you don't have to stay," Taylor says sadly.

"You don't have to worry about us. We're just here when you need someone to keep you company. We're taking care of you, not the other way around," Ed explains.

"I don't need babysitters," Taylor growls, "why don't you both go home so I can get some sleep, please?"

"Alright, we'll go," Karlie gives up as she removes herself from the couch, "call one of us if you need anything, OK?" She walks to the door and turns to face Ed, "you coming? I'll give you a lift?"

Ed just shakes his head no and walks towards Karlie, "I know Taylor, she will break down as soon as we leave, and someone needs to be here for her when that happens," he whispers to her.

"Your a good dude, Ed," she winks, "bye Taylor."

"Ed, I said you should go, too," Taylor says once she notices he never left.

"What are you looking at?" He ignores her and joins her in the hall.

"OH," she sighs, "just some old photos." Beautiful black and white framed photographs--everything from Taylor and Calvin's baby photos and pictures from their tours to their wedding photos and candid photographs of the two of them together, some with their friends and family.

"It's hard to believe you can miss someone so much, so quickly," Taylor mutters.

"I know how you feel, Taylor," Ed empathizes, "he was a great guy. Everyone misses him along with you." That made Taylor suddenly burst into tears, her feet failing to keep her standing, she falls into a crumpling ball on the floor, Ed rushing to her side not long after. He comforts her for a while, an hour perhaps, until she finally settles down.