The Lucky One (a Taylor Swift fanfic)

Prologue

*[Edited]*

Prologue

/Taylor/

My hands shook as I held my phone in my hands.

Just an hour ago, I posted the last thing I would ever post on any social media sites.

My phone was buzzing every so often.

A notification on Instagram.

I was already in the making of deleting my twitter account.

Then next, my Instagram account.

I had to disappear.

For a long time.

It was a very unme-like move, I know.

I've always told myself that it wouldn't get to me. No, it never did.

I thought I changed.

But then, something inside of me... Didn't listen.

It got out of hand.

For my horrible actions, I decided to leave.

My phone buzzed.

Twitter account, deleted.

Instagram account, deleted

You can still fix this, Taylor, I told myself, you can still stay.

No, I must go.

The fans who had supported me since I ever started on my journey. The journey to my dream.

I was like a mother to them.

They gave me more happiness then I ever could have deserved.

But I was doing this for them to.

Because by all means, they have to follow the path to their hearts.

They're relied on me too much.

I know, I know. This isn't like me. This isn't like the cheerful, happy, Taylor Alison Swift you've seen.

But it's too late.

I chose the Rose Garden over Madison Square.

Not literally, but...

It was time, for all of them... To understand my wishes.

My hands balled into fists, and I felt a single tear fall down my eye.

I heard a knock on my door as she came in.

"Taylor," she said sweetly. "It's time. Have you deleted...?"

I wiped my face and faced the 10-year old girl.

"Y-yes I h-have" I answered, my voice still shaking. "Can you please give me a moment to clean up?"

"Sure, but don't take to long. We're one a schedule, here," she muttered, closing the door.

I made a grab for my phone and hastily dialed Abigail's number.

She picked up on the second ring.

"Taylor?" she asked, "Are you okay?"

"Abigail" I said "you know what to do? Right?"

She hesitated on the other side of the line. "....Of course. But, are you sure about this?"

I swallowed back the urge to cry. "Please, Abigail. Take care of them for me..."

Silence.

"Abigail?" I whispered into the phone.

"Understood." She stated firmly.

"Thank you so much..."

"Stay safe."

"You too..."

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