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A/N: This is it. This is the end. I have enjoyed writing the little sweet fanfic but I think it's time it comes to an end. This is set a couple years in the future and it's honestly going to shock you. It shocked me when writing it so be prepared and I hope you like it. :)

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Run

(T.S. pov)

I can't do this, I can't do this.

I nervously pace back and forth, my dress rustling from my fast movement. The windows are open allowing me to feel the cold from outside. The snow from outside falls silently and as I gaze outside I wonder what my chances would be of jumping out the window.

I don't know where this anxiety came from. I guess it's been there for a while but hasn't fully set in until now. The worst possible day to get anxiety. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life but instead I was locked in a room with my anxiety and my fear.

I think I'm going to be sick.

I really can't do this.

I can't get married today I just can't.

These past four years have been the best and when Taylor finally proposed to me I couldn't be happier but all that is locked away somewhere in my mind and I can't find a reason to be happy about it.

A knock on my door startles me from the turmoil going on in my mind. Scared I back into the vanity, causing my makeup products to fall on the floor. Gasping I put my head in my hands and shake my head.

I can't do this.

"Taylor? It's me Joe. Let me in."

Cautiously I walk to the door. Peeking out I notice the hall is empty as Joe stands there in front of me, grabbing his suit I pull him in the room before quickly shutting the door.

"Taylor what’s wrong?" Joe asks worriedly.

I can tell him. He's one of my closest friends and throughout the years we grew closer. Despite turning him down he remained a true friend to both Taylor and I.

"Joe I can't do this. You got to help me!" I cry out to him.

"What do you mean you can't do this? Taylor you've been planning this for months, plus you love Taylor."

"I know and it hurts to have to break his heart but I can't do this. I just can't."

"I-it's just the nervs talking; you'll see once you walk down that aisle you'll be fine." Joe stumbles, unassure of his own answer.

"No Joe I can't do this. You don't understand. It's like a huge pain in my chest that I can't shake. If I go out there now I'm just going to break his heart in front of everyone. I don't think I can take seeing his face on top of everyone else’s."

Joe stands quietly in front of me. I can see that he is confused on what to do.

Tears stream more rapidly by the passing minute. It's getting closer to the time I should be preparing to walk down the aisle.

"Alright I'll help you. But you can't just leave; you have to give a goodbye."

Rushing up to him I engulf him in a big hug.

"Thank you." I reply shakily.

Grabbing the note I had written earlier I hand it to Joe.

"Can you give this to him? I know he'd prefer to be told by you. You're his closest friend."

"Yeah. Sure." Joe whispers. I can see tears forming in his eyes. This is killing him as much as it is me. And I hate myself for causing so much pain.

"Where are you going to go?"

"I don't know, I was thinking Nashville. Maybe even London. All I know is that I can't be here."

I give him one more hug before he walks to the door.

"Taylor are you sure?" He asks with his hand on the doorknob and his back facing me.

"I'm sure." I whisper out.

And with that Joe walks out the room and my fate is sealed.

Hurriedly I take off the dress and change into my sweats and a sweater. The back stair way should be empty from all the guests. Grabbing my purse I slip out of the heels and slip on my keds. I slowly peek out the door before making a run for it.

Like I predicted the stair way is empty. As I reach the first floor I push open the back door that is blocked by snow. The cold air hits me but it doesn't stop me.

I run and I don't look back.

The End

Or is it?

A/N: Do you hate me? Probably. I was actually shocked at myself while writing this. I was fully prepared to write a happy ending but my brain had a different idea. There will be a sequel if there is a demand for it. If not then this is the end. So please comment if you want a sequel. And vote and follow and share. Thank you so much for reading!

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