call it what you want | Taylor Swift X Travis Kelce

Chapter 33

I found solace in my work, as I often did in times of emotional upheaval. Writing had been both my refuge and my curse in relationships past. The day following my return from Brazil, I forced myself into the studio, needing the familiar comfort of my craft to navigate through the storm of emotions that raged within me.

Immersed in the sanctuary of my creative space, melodies emerged from the keys of my piano, words flowed onto the paper, each note a whisper of the chaos in my heart. It was a paradoxical place: a source of both solace and isolation. Hours blurred into one another as I lost myself in the music, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions swirling within.

Yet, in my pursuit to find healing through music, I felt the gulf between Travis and me growing wider. He respected my need for space, but I sensed his worry. I caught glimpses of him through the studio window, his silent presence a testament to his concern, his attempts to reach out a reminder of his love and support.

Travis's gentle knocks on the studio door and the notes he left me were gestures that pierced through my isolation, but my immersion into the music had become an impenetrable fortress. The conversations that used to flow effortlessly between us were now laden with unspoken emotions, and I struggled to find the words to bridge the growing gap.

Days turned into nights within the confines of my studio. I poured my heart and soul into the music, using it as a vessel to navigate through the storm within me. Travis's worries were palpable, but my determination to find my own way through the turmoil seemed to create a distance that neither of us could breach.

I saw his concern in his eyes, his silent plea for me to share my burdens. I knew he hovered on the periphery, wanting to comfort me, yet I couldn't find the strength to let him in. His presence was a constant reminder of the struggle between my need for solitude and my longing for his support.

The only kind of contact we seemingly had was the way he would hold me in the night but I wasn't ready. I wanted to share everything i wanted to tell him what was going on i my head but I couldn't, I didn't want to loose him.

I sat at the piano, lost in a soft melody, when Travis stepped into the room, his expression gentle but concerned. "Hey, Tay," he said, drawing a chair closer. "You've seemed distant lately."

I sighed, my fingers lingering over the keys. "Work's been keeping me occupied," I murmured, not meeting his gaze.

Travis reached out, gently pausing my fingers on the keys. "There's more to it, isn't there?"

I hesitated but found solace in his caring eyes, prompting me to share. "After the Brazil show, I've been overwhelmed," I admitted, my voice heavy with emotion.

Understanding crossed Travis's face. "That must've been tough," he sympathized.

"It was," I confessed, seeking refuge in my work to escape it all.

Leaning closer, Travis offered comforting words. "Sometimes, taking a break to process is okay."

Meeting his gaze, I carried the weight of recent events. "I don't want to burden you with this."

"You're never a burden," Travis assured firmly, his voice reassuring. "I'm here for you, through it all."

Tears welled up. "I feel lost, like this sadness won't fade."

Travis gently wiped my tears. "Let's talk. Sharing might help," he encouraged.

I took a deep breath, grateful for his understanding. "I'm scared, Travis. It feels like it's all unpredictable. I feel responsible, like I'm carrying this weight."

He listened intently, a comforting presence amid my turmoil. "It's not your fault, Tay. Your music brings joy to many. You can't control everything."

His words offered solace. "I know, but it's hard not to feel like I've let everyone down."

"You haven't," Travis reassured. "You've always given your all, more than enough."

Silence enveloped us, the weight lifting off my shoulders, eased by Travis's support. "Thank you for being patient," I said softly, gratitude laced in my words.

"Always, Tay. You're not alone in this," Travis said, his warm smile offering comfort.

As a tear slid down my cheek, Travis took a step closer, his arms opening wide in a comforting embrace. He stood behind me, and I leaned back into his reassuring presence.

"I'm so tired," I confessed, my voice strained with emotion.

"Let's get you to bed, love," Travis suggested, offering his support as he helped me up from the piano bench.

"But it's only 3 PM," I protested weakly, feeling drained and exhausted despite the early hour.

I let Travis guide me toward the bedroom, my steps heavy with the weight of fatigue and sorrow. As we entered the room, he settled me gently onto the bed and sat beside me.

"I feel like I can't shake this off," I admitted, my voice wavering with the emotions that had built up inside me.

"I know," Travis replied softly, his hand gently brushing away the tears on my cheeks. "It's okay to feel this way. You've been through a lot."

"I just wanted to make everyone happy," I whispered, feeling the weight of expectation pressing down on me.

"You do make everyone happy, Tay," Travis reassured me, his eyes filled with warmth and empathy. "But you're allowed to have moments where you need to take care of yourself too."

"It's hard," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I know it's hard," Travis said, his tone filled with compassion. "But you're stronger than you think."

A heavy silence lingered between us, the room enveloped in a sense of shared empathy. Travis wrapped his arms around me, offering comfort without words.

"I feel so lost," I murmured, burying my face in his chest.

"You're not alone," Travis said, his voice calm and reassuring. "We'll get through this together."

I closed my eyes, allowing the comfort of his embrace to soothe the turmoil within me. For that moment, in his arms, the weight on my shoulders felt a little lighter.

Even though Travis didn't drift into sleep, he remained there, holding me tight, providing a sense of security and stability that felt grounding in the midst of my turmoil. His unwavering support was a silent vow, a promise that I wasn't navigating this alone. And in that moment, amidst the quiet embrace, the world outside seemed to fade, leaving just us in our own peaceful sanctuary.