You and Taylor had been friends since your teenage years. You’d seen the best and worst of each other—your phases, your distance, your chaos. You’d always been more than friends, like sisters… or something else, though neither of you ever acknowledged it. Or maybe neither dared to.

Years passed, both of you building your own lives while your bond only grew stronger. You went to her concerts, she visited your house… you were inseparable. At the end of the day, you were always those wild teens again, singing songs in the truck under the moonlight.

Then one day, you started dating a man. A businessman, a Wall Street broker. At first, you were excited, and it didn’t take long before you introduced him to Taylor. She got a bad feeling from the very beginning…

Then came the bruises that didn’t look like hickeys. The marks that seemed more than just passion. The exhaustion in your eyes. And then, one day, you stopped replying to Taylor’s messages.

Not by choice, of course. He had forbidden you from seeing her again...and slowly, take you away form the rest of all your acquaintances too. After calls, messages left on read, and no one knowing where you were for weeks… Taylor decided to show up at your door.