Daylight~ Tayvis Oneshots

One of Those Days

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Summary: Taylor is having one of those days where she's not feeling good about herself and ends up going into a spiral while Travis is away at practice. When he comes home, he sees Taylor on the couch in tears, so he does what he can to make her feel better.

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The second that Taylor opened her eyes, she could already tell that it was gonna be one of those days.

The space beside her was empty and cold, as if Travis had been gone for a while.

Taylor let out a sigh and rolled onto her back to stare up at the ceiling.

Travis had let Taylor know the previous night that it would be a long day and he might not be back until the evening.

So instead, Taylor lay in bed by herself with the usual sad thoughts and feelings that came over her once and a while.

She had been fine. Perfect, in fact. Ever since she's been with Travis, the thoughts had stopped. Travis had made her feel whole, loved again.

But sometimes the feelings still return, and they still take over Taylor's mind.

She really didn't want to get up, but knew that lying in bed and sulking wasn't any better than at least moving around and sulking.

With a groan, she pushed the blanket off her body and reluctantly stood up on the ground. She sighed and moved towards the bathroom to change and get ready.

The second she walked into the bathroom, her eyes caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair was a slight mess of curls, and her eyes were slightly red from sleep.

She balled her fists and tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. When she looked back up in the mirror, she just felt worse.

God, I'm fucking hideous, she thought to herself.

Trying to shake her head of the bad thoughts, which didn't work, she changed into a red t-shirt and a pair of showgirl sweatpants that she snagged for herself and headed downstairs to see if she could eat something.

When she got downstairs, she opened the pantry and the fridge in search of something. Although there was plenty of food to choose from, Taylor just couldn't get the strength to actually make something, so she just closed the fridge and headed towards the living room to sit down.

She plopped down on the couch and set her feet up on the coffee table, grabbing the remote from where it was lying next to her. She put on Friends since that was her comfort show, especially when she's feeling like this, and she leaned back against the couch to try and relax.

The show manages to distract herself for a little while until eventually her eyes begin to drift close. She began to drift into the beginning stages of sleep, where she was on the brink of it but still awake.

Before she managed to fully fade away into a peaceful sleep, those same thoughts from earlier popped back into her head.

I'm a fuckin' mess.

Why isn't my stomach flat?

I have so much fat under my arms and chin.

The more she allowed the thoughts to race through her head, the more she began to spiral out of control as tears raced down her cheeks.

"Fuck," she gasped out, feeling the beginning of a panic attack.

Her throat began to close up, and she let out gasp after gasp to try to breathe.