[february of 2023. a month before the start of the eras tour.]

taylor was your best friend. you were there when she was writing her first songs. you were there when she recorded her first album.

the two of you had a falling out, a stupid, overblown, teenage fight. you were both too stubborn and prideful to reach out, but it’s really been killing you for all these years.

you never really think of her, except for when shes on tv. and when you do, this recurring thought creeps into your mind.

does she ever stop and think about you?

no, no, that’s absurd. you don’t even know her anymore. it’s been years of no contact. but- you can still tell which smiles she was faking, you always could.

which is why you could tell she genuinely was glad to see you when you ran into her at a tiny little cafe in london. a soft smile spread across her face as she walks over to you.

“hey… it’s been- a while, huh?” she chuckles awkwardly