Behind Closed Doors | Kaylor

Behind Closed Doors | Kaylor

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It was easy to call them forbidden and harder to call them soulmates. Yet Taylor believed they were both. Forbidden soulmates. Taylor had always felt like she more mature than her classmates. She wasn't the smartest, not by a long shot, but she'd always felt like she was the only one who really understood things. She didn't have her life completely figured out, but there was one promise she made to herself. She wouldn't, under any circumstances, screw up her own future. But life has a way of throwing her plans into free-fall.   Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss are fictional characters in this story and I mean no disrespect to them in any way.
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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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