Turbulence - (18+)

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EPILOUGE

Six months later...

SHAY

~BLOG POST~

Oh, New York! New York! New York!

I've fallen head over heels in love with you, again. I miss you when I'm away for more than a few days at a time, and each time my flight nears the Manhattan skyline I know that this is where I truly belong.

On weekends, and from my condo in the Madison at Park Avenue, I watch all those high hopes and dreams float up and down your Hudson River. I even catch whiffs of success from the open windows on Wall Street. Except this time, I don't have to wonder if that 'success' will ever reach me.

Everything I've ever wanted is now mine.

I wish I could adequately put into words how the last six months have literally flown by, how each and every moment has so seamlessly strung together and led me here, but I only have a few minutes to write this post.

I'm sitting right outside of a bookstore, getting ready for my final tour stop, and impatiently counting down the minutes until I see him again. Ever since we made up at that rooftop party, my life has effortlessly entwined with his, and I never want to let go.

I'm more than in love with him, and even though he attempts to act like he has no idea what I'm talking about, he always says, "Fuck...I love you, Shay," whenever I fall asleep in his arms.

Yes, we still argue from time to time, and yes, every single one of those arguments ends with him taking me against the bookshelf, or in the shower, or in bed... And sometimes, even when we need to argue about something, we don't even bother. We just skip straight to the best part of us. The sex.

I highly doubt our love will ever be perfect, or that it will become any less messy as the years go on, but it's 'us' and I wouldn't wish for it to be any other way.

I want 'us' until the end.

Only us.

Write later,

**Taylor S.**

7 comments posted:

JustTROLL: I could have sworn we agreed that you were not going to start another private blog, "TAYLOR S."

TaylorS: No, we agreed that I would never turn my new private blog into a book. (How did you find this????) And are you seriously asking a writer not to write anymore?

JustTROLL: "A writer to stop writing" would read much better, but I would never ask you to stop writing. (You left your laptop open. And only one "?" is necessary.) I'm only asking you not to write about us, since you've done it already, and I'm your only goddamn follower. Deactivate this blog, or else.

TaylorS: Or else? Or else, what Justin?

JustTROLL: Unless you would like me to write and release my own version of events in Turbulence 2. I believe my version will be far more well written. Far more truthful.

TaylorS: You wouldn't dare...

JustTROLL: Try me.

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GATE E1 JUSTIN

New York (JFK)

I took a sip of water as my least favorite doctor tapped her fingers against a boardroom table. I'd been sitting in this Elite Airways holding room for over an hour, waiting for the final piece in this long and unnecessary investigation to be over.