Loved in Shades (A Jaylor Fanfiction)

Ebony

in the end in Wonderland we both went mad.

Two weeks later in present time
2021
Taylor's Pov
I'm not sure if it's getting more real or more imaginary. Living a life where someone you love is leaving you officially. Someone who was always there and wasn't just your soulmate but your best friend. I guess I'm going to have to talk to him about this divorce thing. I put on a oversized coat and hat to try and over up who I am since Taylor Swift is very recognizable. I get in the car and drive to where he's staying. He told me that he was staying in a hotel in the city. I get to his hotel room which is ironically room 13. When he opens the door the same mood applies.

"Hey, so you...filed for a divorce." I say gently.

"Um yeah. I thought it was about time."

"Yeah I get it...I just thought we should talk about it. Before we you know...go to court and stuff."

"Yeah, yeah."

When we sit down at the table I get a look at his face fully. It's extremely pale and his nose is very red.

"You look horrible. Well, I mean not in a bad way, you've always looked pretty handsome I mean who-" I start to ramble but get interrupted.

"I get what you mean Taylor. I'm just sick."

"Oh...so I mean do you want me to leave." I ask gently.

"If you want, I mean I don't want you to get sick but this is important."

"I'll just stay then. I want to get this over with."

He puts his hands crossed on the table and starts talk.

"Who gets-" but gets interrupted by a sneeze.

"Bless you...Okay before we get into anything the cats are mine."

"Well, you adopted them....What about the stuff?"

My eyes start to water up and a small tear runs down my face. To avoid eye contact, I look away. I look at his bed and the stuffed animal is there. I quickly stand up and my face feels numb.

"I-I- I can't- I can't do this right now I'm sorry." I stutter and I quickly take off.

My body collapses against the wall outside of his room as I gasp for air. I knew this was going to be hard but not this hard.

I mean our past is so hard that instead of saying what actually happened we have to say 'it' and 'that'. No ones wants to talk about what happened though. I'm just going to go home and forget about the day. I'm not doing this right now.

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The next morning
I wake up with the light beaming in my room. The first thing I wake up to feeling is a dry throat. I almost instantly cough and the pain surges through my throat. Oh god, Joe must have gotten me sick. This is not what I need right now. I drag myself out of bed which causes me to freeze. When I see myself in the mirror I'm pale and my cheeks are red. Isn't this fun. Being sick and an emotional wreck is exactly what I needed.

I grab a box of tissues from the bathroom and just crawl back into bed.  A ding comes from my phone and it's a text from Selena.