Ready To Run (Kaylor)

Part 50: You Should Know Where I'm Coming From

A/N: Woahh, it's part 50!!!! I can't believe that the story's been going on for so long!! 

Also, I'm sorry for not updating last night, but this was the best that I could do!! 

WIshing everyone who celebrates a Merry Christmas, and I think I'll have the next update up by Friday!

P.S. Thank you for almost 90k reads!! you all rock!! <3 <3

Maddie :)

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Karlie

            I hurried into the lobby of the Tribeca apartment complex and shuddered as a gust of warm air radiated through me. It was the middle of November and the chill of the New York winter was already present, along with a few inches of snow. I tugged at my gloves and pulled them off before pressing the button to call the elevator. Three days had passed since I sent that text message to Taylor, and to say that I was nervous would have been an understatement. I wanted to see her earlier, but our busy schedules hadn’t allowed it—careers have to continue on, no matter how much of a mess your personal life is. No matter how hard I tried to indulge myself in my work, nothing kept my mind off of the weight that rested on my shoulders, and I was anxious to get rid of it.

            The last few nights had been tearful and sleepless, but I had finally come to a decision; I was done with the way Taylor was acting. I long grew tiresome of putting my heart on the line for someone who wouldn’t do the same for me. Even just thinking about telling her that it was over broke my heart and caused my eyes to burn. I blinked hard and subtly shook my head, erasing the thought from my mind. The familiar ring of the elevator bell told me that I had reached Taylor’s floor, so I stepped out into the carpet-covered hallway. I felt as though I was moving in slow motion and the corridor seemed to go on forever. My chest tightened with apprehension from every step that I took, and I felt like I was suffocating. I was going to her place for all the wrong reasons; I should be about to tell her that I forgave her, or at least that we needed to discuss the problems in our relationship, but I wasn’t. Eventually, I found myself softly knocking on her front door, and almost instantly I heard the click of the lock. Before I got the chance to collect myself, Taylor appeared on the other side of the door. Her expression was nearly blank, except for the movement of her bottom lip as she chewed on it nervously. I had to admit, I was going to miss the way her lips tasted when I came home after a long day, along with the way they curled so innocently when she whispered, “I love you”.

Suddenly, I heard Taylor clear her throat, and I looked up.

“Um, hi.” I muttered quietly. I inhaled deeply as an awkward silence settled in. With my hand in my pocket, I clenched and unclenched my fist, waiting for her to say something—anything.

“Hey,” She mumbled. Her eyes fluttered everywhere except me as she raised her arm out and gestured into her apartment. “You can come in.” I nodded my head slowly and I took a few steps forward into her front hallway. The silence between us held up even after I took off my jacket and walked into the living room with her. We both sat down on opposite couches, and we eyed each other patiently, waiting for the other to speak.

“So, can I get you anything drink?” She asked as a crooked grin spread across her face.

“No, that’s alright,” I started. “I won’t be staying too long.”