Untouchable

A/n: Just so you know, you don't need to read the first two stories in this series. In fact, I don't even know if anyone who hasn't read them would even find this, but it wouldn't be too hard to understand what's going on in here. And if you have zero idea about what happened in the first two stories-welcome to Taylor's world.

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Part One

Prologue--

Three weeks since Taylor died in my arms.

Three weeks since we last kissed.

Three weeks since I ran my fingers through her hair.

Since I saw her beautiful eyes.

Since I sang to her.

Since she had said my name in her sweet, soft, voice.

I sit in my chair. The funeral is going along, at a very emotionally distressing pace. I have been detached from the whole event, and have to say my speech now. I swallow back a lump in my throat, and shakily get up. I tried my hardest to look good today; but for the past three weeks, I have been sitting next to the incubator our baby is in. I called her Taylor; to let the legacy of her mothers life, live on inside of our sweet baby.

I am wearing my best suit. Matt had forced me out of my chair a few days ago, to go and find something to wear. My eyes are sore, and tinged red from all of the crying.

I stand next to the podium. I take a deep and shaky breath.

"Thank you everyone for coming here today, to honour," I take another deep breath. Don't cry Josh. "To honour the best thing that I ever found in my life."

I try to stay strong. For her. My eyes gaze out at the crowd, and I feel like I'm being swallowed. I have to address her family, her friends, her coworkers, on the life we shared. For the next several minutes, I have to preach about Taylor, in front of all her peers - never, have I been this nervous in front of a crowd.

"I met her, in a café, on a rainy October Wednesday. She was singing. Her voice, it was something so intriguing, so, captivating. And the words that danced from her mouth . . . only a true master of songwriting can express what's trapped on the inside, and she did. She instantly captured my attention.

"I knew, as soon as I heard her, that I wanted to know her - I needed to know her. Every move, every word, I was hung on. We instantly became the best of friends. She was there for me. I was there for her. I remember how fascinated she looked, whenever she stepped into the studio; she couldn't believe that she was getting everything she wanted." I wish she could still get everything she wanted. I miss seeing that light in her eye.

"As the years came and passed, we grew even closer, if that was possible. We became more than best friends-we became lovers. People didn't agree with our relationship, but that didn't stop us. Taylor wrote a song, and it became our anthem; to sing it whenever we fell into doubt. I remember always annoying everybody around us, because we were so in love. I remember looking into her blue eyes . . . it was like we were the only two people in the world," I pause to swallow a lump forming in my throat. I blink back tears as memories flash behind my eyes.

"Eventually, I realized we needed to be even closer than that. I realized that she needed to become more than my girlfriend. I wanted to hang out with her my whole life - she was to become my wife. I sang to her, infront of thousands of other people, but I didn't notice them. I was lost in her eyes. When she said yes, to my proposal, I remember the elation. I can't describe what it feels like when the person you love the most says yes to marrying you.