"Enchanted Echoes: A Taylor Swift Love Story"

getting better

y/n pov

The next day marked my release from the hospital, and when the public caught wind of the news, it felt like the world had gone into a frenzy. Paparazzi swarmed outside the hospital, their flashing cameras and relentless questions creating a chaotic scene. It was overwhelming, to say the least.

When we arrived back at my place in sydney , we all decided to have a big dinner between the three of us

The dinner table was set, and the soft glow of candlelight created a warm and inviting ambiance. It was a rare moment of tranquility amid the chaos that had been my life. My mother, Martha, had prepared a delicious meal, and my grandpa, L/N, sat across from me, 

As we enjoyed the meal, the topic of my recovery naturally came up. It was a subject that had weighed heavily on all of us, and I knew it was time to discuss the next steps.

Grandpa L/N cleared his throat, breaking the silence that had settled over the table. "Y/N," he began, his voice measured, "I've been thinking about your recovery, and I want to propose something."

I looked up, curiosity piqued. "What is it, Grandpa?"

He took a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing. "When you were younger, you embarked on that backpacking journey through Asia. You met some unique people along the way, and I've kept in touch with one of them. He's in India now, and I believe his approach to life and healing might offer you something that rehab can't."

"What do you mean, Grandpa? i asked confused 

L/N leaned forward,. "I mean, Y/N, that there are alternative paths to healing. The traditional rehab route may not be the best fit for everyone. I believe reconnecting with these individuals in India and Nepal, with their unique perspectives on life and recovery, could be immensely beneficial for you."

"Y/N, we want what's best for you, and we trust your grandpa's judgment. If you feel this could help you on your journey to recovery, we're behind you." martha addeded her two cents on the topic 

  i paused to consider their  words. It was an unconventional idea, but something about it resonated with me. The thought of rediscovering the spirit of adventure, the same spirit that had led me on that hollywood  journey years ago, was enticing.

 I nodded slowly and answered . "Alright, Grandpa, I'm willing to give it a try. I trust your judgment, and if there's a chance this can help me heal in a way that rehab can't, I want to explore it."

L/N smiled, relief washing over his features. "Thank you, Y/N. We'll make the necessary arrangements,  Just remember, i want you to rediscover yourself .

"this was going to be interesting "i thought 

the next day 

I stood outside the family home, my backpack at my side, having just called for a taxi that was set to arrive in 5 minutes. My mother, ever the protective figure, was giving me a final round of instructions.

"Be careful there," she said, her voice was filled with concern. "And always keep calling every day to let us know you're safe."

I couldn't help but smile at her worry. "Mom, I'll be fine. I promise."

She looked at me, and asked . "What are you smiling for?"

I chuckled softly. "I just missed this," I replied, my smile widening. The simple act of her worrying and fussing over me felt so nice