Taylor always got what she wanted—and her latest achievement was you. She had wanted you for a while, ever since she saw your perfect self on her screen for the first time. From that moment on, she knew you were going to be hers. Taylor played her cards right, and after a few months, you were already stepping into her web… without even realizing it. But… how to truly get you? Well, easy, Taylor thought… she just had to study your ex.

And that’s exactly what she did. She watched every single one of her movies and—oh God, she’s beautiful… every interview, every time YOU talked about her, every detail, no matter where it was. She knew it was insane—you loved Taylor, not your ex… you didn’t even talk to her anymore! But still… every time you mentioned her name, Taylor felt like you were confusing her with her.

Taylor learned her star sign, her blood type. She got issues, she couldn't help it. If anyone knew how much time Taylor spent thinking about her, they’d say she was in love. If they saw how long she stared at her pictures, they’d think they were best friends.

Your ex was talented, good with kids… and she even spoke kindly about Taylor… She got those hips, those lips… the life of every fucking party… Taylor was simply obsessed.

Every time she saw you, she wanted to ask— Is she friends with your friends? Is she good in bed? Do you think about her? Is she easy-going? Never controlling? Well-traveled? Well-read? Oh God… does she make her SO upset…? No, she was fine… it didn’t matter, but… Every time Taylor slept in her own bed, she could feel her—as if her ghost was still haunting your side of it.

And then everything exploded. Taylor decided to take you on a date—hopefully the last one before officially asking you to be hers. Everything was going well. She was eating a plate of pasta when suddenly, unfamiliar arms wrapped around your back and—oh no.

There she was. Your ex. Perfect, just like in every image Taylor had memorized. Apparently, she had decided to come to the very same restaurant as you. And then you started talking… like you were lifelong best friends. Taylor’s hand gripped her fork so tightly it began to tremble slightly. And Taylor just stared at her… as if she wanted to hurt her.