The Story of Us

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Taylor woke up on the floor of her living room.

She had fallen asleep after Chris explained why he said what he did.

She smelled coffee being made in the kitchen, and she hoisted herself off the floor.

Her legs were stiff, and she hobbled into the kitchen. "Well, if it isn't Sleepyhead Swift." Chris joked, kissing the top of her head.

"Shut up." She said, hugging him.

He gently kissed her, and went back to making the coffee. She sat at her table, and he handed her a mug of coffee. She drank it, grateful. He sat next to her, intertwining their hands. She looked at their hands, then into his face.

Taylor rested her head on his shoulder. "I hope I don't break your heart." He said softly.

"Hey, don't worry about it." She looked at him, and smiled.

"No, I'm serious." He said, standing up. "I saw the expression on your face when I said what I said at Comic Con." He walked over to her door.

"Where are you going?" She said, following him.

"Home." He opened the door, and stared at his shoes. "I'm sorry."

"No! Please!" She begged him, grabbing his wrist.

"Goodbye Taylor."

"No." She whimpered as he shook her hand off of his wrist. He closed he door behind him.

Her chest ached as she watched him walk down her front lawn.

What did I do wrong?

She stared at the sky, and her thoughts clouded her mind.

Why am I not good enough for him?

She stumbled into her living room, tears streaming down her face, and she collapsed onto the floor in a sobbing heap.