Everything Has Changed

The Perfect Getaway

April 29th 2024
Bora Bora, French Polynesia

A perfect getaway, that was what they needed...
Exactly what they needed.

Thinking back to last year. This time last year, things had been so different. Taylor had been in Atlanta in Georgia back in the U.S. A time she sincerely wished she could forget. The heartbreak unbearable and the future seeming bleak. But that day when she awoke from her long slumber, wrapped in the warm comforting arms of her man, she knew that things could change for the better.

The past two weeks of luxury had felt like a paradise, to both of them. Just Taylor, Travis and a private island. A whole ocean away from their troubles and woes back home in America. Taylor was on a break from her tour: the whole reason they would be flying back to the US the next day. There were things that had to be finalised, and of course not forgetting, a MET Gala to attend. It had been the first time in what felt like forever that Taylor hadn't been nervous about attending such a broadcasted red-carpet event. She knew that Travis would be by her side and that was all she needed. It took a lot of convincing from Tree to let her accept the invite; the Kardashian-Jenner clan didn't exactly have Taylor Swift permanently embossed on their Christmas card list.

Time seemed to pass so quickly. Too quickly for her liking. She slowly untangled herself from Travis' lifeless body, which was still sound asleep next to her, tangled up in last night's dalliance with the duvet covers. This trip had been a total surprise. She had been expecting to fly out to Nashville to spend time with her mom before they went back on tour again in Europe. Her mom no longer toured with her internationally, not since getting ill, and so Taylor had wanted to make the effort to spend time with Andrea before departing again for months and months. But Andrea knew of Travis' surprise all along and was not upset or disappointed in the slightest when Travis whisked her away so soon to take her on holiday.

Somewhere she had wanted to go for a long time...

Bora Bora.

The South Pacific islands had always been a place she had dreamed of going to, but with working and the pandemic hitting in 2020, it had never been a place her and Joe had been able to go. And Taylor was glad. So many places had been tainted and become out of bounds in the vain name of Joe Alwyn. Too much of her life had pain attached as a non-negotiable component of purchase, and she was sick of it.

She heard Travis stir slightly in his sleep but as she turned back around to look at their bed, she noticed that he had just turned over in his sleep and was back to his lifeless self. Taylor had to laugh at this: Travis always either looked like somebody's dog when he slept, mouth slightly ajar and making the strangest and cutest of noises, or like some sort of sickly Victorian child dying of influenza or scarlett fever. That day it had been the latter. Without shoes on her feet, Taylor took off from the balcony and onto the private beach in front of their villa.

It had been a beautiful villa, nestled within the confines of an exotic jungle of undergrowth and wildlife, some of which had made it into their bedroom. It had been two days ago that Travis learnt something new: he didn't like big spiders, especially not on his bed or his bedroom. Their bedroom opened out onto a wooden balcony that led onto their own private beach. It had of course been more expensive to rent out that part of the island but it had all been worth it for the peace they got. The WIFI and internet connection had been temperamental but there had been enough connection to the outside world for them to be able to still keep in contact with their respective managers and laugh at the headlines the media had been coming up with this time.

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