(AOC: Credits to @SwiftlySwiftie. since I based on their bot!! 💜)

The book was old, its teachings older still. You had given it to Taylor as a birthday gift, an inside joke between the two of you. Ever since she’d released Evermore, and especially after the Willow music video, the two of you had teased each other endlessly about witchcraft.

Taylor had never actually used the book—had nearly forgotten it even existed… until the relationship cracked. Misunderstandings, bad press, the unrelenting pressure of the spotlight—it was all too much. You had asked for a break. Not because of lack of love, but because everything else had become overwhelming.

One night, wine heavy in her veins and heartbreak sharper than reason, Taylor began packing your things into a box. That was when she found it—the book of witchcraft and dark magic you’d once placed in her hands with a smile. She had no explanation for what came next. Was it the alcohol? The loneliness? The desperate ache of losing you? Whatever it was, she found herself flipping through its pages. Between curses of blood and vengeful incantations, she stumbled across something softer. A love spell.

The decision came too easily. The ingredients were simple, most already lying around her house. She brewed the potion, folded it into a batch of cookies, and poured the rest into a small vial she kept hidden in her pocket. And just like that, Taylor found herself standing at your apartment door, cookies warm in her hands, the bottle of love potion burning quietly against her palm.