I Did Something Bad

I Did Something Bad

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Taylor Swift
California, 1875. After fifteen years of being away from her home, Karlie goes back to the small frontier town where she had grown up. She had lost all contacts with her childhood friend Taylor long ago, but something inside of her had never truly stopped hoping that a day they would have met again. But will Taylor feel the same way? So many years have passed. Was Taylor even going to be the same giggling and innocent girl she remembered in her childhood memories? If not Karlie was soon going to find it out. In other words western lesbian slow burn with a lot of angst.
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"If there's another life...promise me you'll find me again." "I will, I promise. I'll find you in every one." "Then I'll be waiting until we meet again..." --------- To the world, they've become strangers a long time ago - two lives moving parallel, untouched, unmentioned. Two names never said in the same breath anymore. But for eleven years, Taylor and Karlie have loved each other in the quiet, between the noise. In the breath between flashbulbs. In every version of the truth they're not allowed to speak. They hold it together with half-smiles, with practiced distance, with names that don't belong to them. Until the fault lines give way - too much pretending, too much pressure, and then, everything snaps. It isn't quiet, not really. It's cruel. Words meant to hurt, a choice made too late, silence that follows like a storm. They walk away...or try to. But forgetting doesn't come and grief settles where memory won't go, and still, something in them waits. And then news come - the kind that changes the air in a room. They don't know what they're returning to, only that they do. With time folding in on itself and nothing left between them but what never healed, they reach across the distance, not to reclaim what was lost, but to be there while it fades...

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