Taylor Swift Imagines || GXG ||

my friend asked me if this was my version of a risky text
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Taylor's fingers curl weakly around your wrist, eyes looking at you—sad but holding so much love. A weak smile plays on her face.

A sniffle, kiss pressed to her temple, breaths mingling. Sobs dying down before leaving because you're both trying so hard to be strong for the other.

"I owe you an explanation for my feelings," she says, hand reaching to give your forehead a subtle nudge—a sign to look at her. The hint is taken, not followed, your body too weak and too in denial to move and look at the pale face in front of you, looking at you so preciously.

She only recieves a weak nod before she starts.

"Do you remember when we were in our twenties..." Her hand combs through your hair, nails scratching your scalp—barely visible but so deeply felt.

You're both so broken.

Red eyes, a snotty but such an adorable nose, and her favourite pair of brown eyes and freckles look at Taylor. The most beautiful she's seen you to be in years.

"Did you know that the only person I truly fell in love with was you?"

"What? But—"

No buts, mumbled. Hands tightened. Tears flowing again. You both always end up like this, don't you?

"For a while in my life, I would always submit to people, you know?" Her voice is shaky—feels tired. Her eyes stare into yours the entire time while you barely have courage to look up.

Doesn't wait for a nod, a sign to continue like she usually does. You would think she's just joking around, trying to lighten the mood as if she isn't in a hospital bed breathing her last few breaths.

"I would submit because it was my way of giving a permission to use me, get bored of me and leave. I always go into relationships wondering how long it would take the other to tire of me. I don't even try to take control because what is the point?"

Heart shattered, voice broken, hands shaky once more. They loosen around your wrist, and another loud sob leaves you, desperately grabbing onto her .

"I only took control with you, because it felt like you—like you actually liked me." Taylor's smile kills every part of you, and all you want to do is hold her in your arms again, or whatever she wanted.

You didn't want her to go.

"I'm in denial most of the time. In denial of my feelings, of my sexuality and for a while, I was in denial about the fact that I had... problems with alcohol."

Your eyebrow scrunches. Please, no. You try to grasp onto her words, but your mind is too occupied by the fact that she's going to be gone soon.

"I used to drink because I thought it made me funny, made people like me more. I believed it for a while—until I met you. You sort of made me realize that I don't need a glass of wine to have a sense of humour."

If this was another time, your heart would melt right into the palm of her hand. But it isn't another time, now your heart feels like it might stop beating.

"What I'm trying to say is, you saved me. In every way you could, you fixed me. Well, you showed me I wasn't broken—just lost."

The monitor beside gets too loud, your eyes widen as you realize—

"I love you."

Silence.

She's gone.

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for everyone who thought I was giving them fluff: you're looking at the wrong author 😛. UM ANYWAY i had a bad day so now im to make it your problem with another angsty drabble