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I welcomed myself to Taylor's backstage room. I hadn't seen her in over three months with all the touring she's been doing and the photo shoots I've attended myself. My leg bounced anxiously as I waited for her in the room.
Did she want to see me? After our fight?
Right before I got up to leave with anxiety eating me out, I noticed the doorknob twisting to the left with a soft click. She looked worn out from all those performances; the first thing I noticed of her were her damp blonde locks. I softly headed her way, letting Taylor's body lean against mine.. Her arms gently wrapped around my hips as I wrapped my arms around her.
"I'm so tired..." Taylor delicately whispered into my ear. I squeezed her tighter into my hug. "I missed you so much Karlie...."
I missed you too.
I brought herself closer to my body, missing her smell. Her body was soft from the white robe wrapped around her, that familiar smell of her wrapped along with the robe.
I let go of her, my right hand guiding itself to hover around her waist. "Let's get you to the couch to rest babe." She nodded in agreement with a low "mhm" following.
She plumped right on the couch, curling herself up with that white robe and blankets, floating in all that material. I thought to let Taylor rest alone; she seriously looked so worn out. Before I took my second attempt of walking out of the room, a faint request came out of Taylor.
"Karlie... come back here." I turned around to meet her heavy eyes, her arms slightly reaching out to me. Though hesitant, I walked away from that door and to her. I just stood there in front of Taylor like a child, waiting for the command of their superior.
"Can you just... lay next to me?" I complied to the muttered request, shuffling awkwardly next to her, making myself more comfortable. I stared up to the ceiling, counting the tiny freckles above me. I didn't know what to do; the energy between the two of us felt awkward.
1... 10... 43... 45... 52...
"Can you hold me?" Taylor faced the opposite direction to me, her body to the left. Only could I gaze at the frizzy locks right in front of me.
"Please?"
A light garden of heat started to grow amongst my face.
She was never one to beg or plead for anything from me. It came as a shock to be honest. I couldn't not say "no" to Taylor... What reason was there? I gently curved my lanky arms along Taylor's body. I felt her body somewhat start easing into my touch; a single, heaving breath let out. The tightness knotted within her body eased. I wanted to lay my head against the shoulder of hers, but I thought it too soon. She just looked so... peaceful. So much ruckus happened to her this year, and she didn't deserve any of it. Seeing her this calm made me content.
A light snooze escaped Taylor. I decided to rest my head on her shoulder, lightly taking in her scent.
I'd never get sick of her smell.
"I'm sorry Taylor... I hope you know I love you..."
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I traveled along with Taylor to her next tour location. We rented a hotel room the day Taylor needed to tour; her management decided to let her have a few hours off before taking on the stage again tonight.
We went everywhere in the small state of Wyoming with the time we had. The antique malls were endearing. Taylor got a few tiny glass kittens from the mall to decorate her piano space. I stared out the window of the store to be faced with dripping orange and pink skies.
Night began to fall along the sky. Taylor suggested we should head back to the hotel. I gazed above me as I did in the backstage room, counting the speckles above me as we shortly walked back to our hotel room.
I felt the sudden contact of skin right against mine; the hand of Taylor's. She walked right against me, her sweater nudging against me. The tip of her fingers dances along with mine, eventually intertwining together into one. I felt like a schoolgirl in love.
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We sat in peace, the silent night swaying gracefully in from the open windows. The light breeze hit our skin. The carpet below me felt cold, despite resting on it for a long time, my back to the couch Taylor rested on. Taylor's legs still dangled besides me. I twisted my body around to observe Taylor in her outfit tour in that dark sequined leotard I always adored. I noticed she put those shiny fishnets on too.
I tilted my head upward to glance at her face. She was staring out the window. I leaned my head to rest on her left thigh. I wanted any type of physical contact from her. My hair cascaded along the top of the couch, near her left thigh. The feeling of drowsiness began taking over.
Without my knowledge, Taylor started running her fingers through my hair, far from my head.
"I forgive you, you know?" I twisted my body around to face her once again. I was in total shock... She forgave me? I thought what I said and did was practically unforgivable, to my understanding. Her fingers kept running through the river of my hair.
I stared into her honest, blue eyes. She was genuine about forgiveness; I could tell. I felt something prick at the corner of my eye. I quickly faced forward to the bookshelf placed in front of us, not wanting Taylor to see me in such a state. An innocuous silence filled the hotel room.
"Come here." Taylor faintly suggested. She began shifting herself on the couch, dangling her legs on both sides of my head, over my shoulders.
I realized what she was doing.
She crossed her legs, gently wrapping her thighs around my neck. I always found this comforting and forgiving. Taylor always did this when she wanted to be forgiving.
"Are you okay?" I nod my head once without a word. It didn't feel constricting; more like a hug if anything. I liked the pressure. My cheek grazed against her soft thighs and the material of the fishnets. I felt so comforted with them. I genuinely could stay between her thighs forever.
I felt movement from Taylor, and a kiss to my head.
"I forgive you." She repeated. I let my cheek rest on her right thigh as she kept her thighs wrapped around my neck. I wish we could stay like this forever.
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Two knocks were heard at the door, signifying Taylor to leave for her next show. She quickly unwrapped her legs from me, snatching her knee-high boots on the side of the couch and promptly putting on the boots. I swiftly stood up, wanting to see Taylor once more before I had to leave. A gentle smile bloomed on her lips. The black lipstick looked adorable on her.
She gave me a quick peck, giving me a swipe of her lips on mine.
A rushed hug.
Before she turned that doorknob to leave for tour, she took a glimpse of me, standing like a small child.
"I hope you know I love you too." She said, before walking out the hotel room, gently slamming the door closed. A gust of wind harshly clawed its way into the room.
I didn't see her for two years.