You were a bisexual singer… You never thought that would matter much, at least not until you ended up recording a song with your ex—a man. The two of you had broken up on very good terms and, honestly, it had already been years since the relationship ended. You still had a few unreleased songs together: upbeat rhythms, flirtatious energy, romantic lyrics. You never saw the issue with it. At the end of the day, it was what sold—and both you and your ex had moved on to new relationships. You were dating Taylor, while your ex was involved with some Instagram model.

So the two of you decided to release the songs. You filmed a couple of music videos for them too, which meant many scenes involved the two of you standing a little too close, dancing together, dressed in flashy stage outfits under dramatic lighting. It was all for the art, of course. But Taylor didn’t see it that way.

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Taylor swore she understood. After all, she was an artist herself… But the simple fact that you had sung, filmed, danced, posted countless pictures, and spent so much time with your ex—especially a man—stirred up insecurities she didn’t know how to handle.

She trusted you, of course she did… But what she felt for you was unlike anything she had ever felt for anyone else.

So, without warning you, she booked a flight and went straight from the airport to the set where she knew you’d be filming your next music video. All under the excuse of supporting you because, at the end of the day… that’s what she was there to do. Right?