it’s time to go
summary: You know when it’s time to go.
cw: angst.
BASED ON ITS TIME TO GO (all rights to ms taylor).
WAKE UP BITCHES I POSTED.
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You can feel it, that deep pit in your stomach as Taylor interlocks her hands with her boyfriend. The feelings enough to make you order a stronger drink, down it, and walk out the door. As much as you wanted to be at your friends wedding, you really couldn’t watching Taylor show off her new boyfriend.
When the door swings shut behind you, you take a deep breath. Taylor had led you on for years now. You two were close friends, but behind closed curtains she was handsy, always touching you, kissing you. You frowned at the thought, she’d practically act like a couple with you, then the moment the spotlight was on her you’d be shoved away.
But of course Taylor had the right to get jealous, she always was. You’d try to go on a date, to get over her, and she’d act like you were the villain, as if you hadn’t asked her to go on a date multiple times before. You’re done, you know it now, it’s time to go.
Your shaky hands open her contact, blocking her number and deleting it. You pocket your phone, deciding to walk the five blocks home.
The cold November air doesn’t stay when you enter the venue, trying to find the bride and wish her the best. It doesn’t take long, she’s lounging on the side, smiling as she talks to someone. You walk up behind her, watching as the conversation ends.
“Hey!” She smiles, giving you a hug, her arms resting on your biceps.
You lean down to her ear so she can hear what you say over the loud music. “I gotta get going, but I just wanted to say congrats again.”
She frowns playfully, nodding along. “It was good to see you again! Get home safe.”
“Will do.” You smile, walking back out the doors.
You’re not allowed one moment of silence it seems, as heavy footsteps trail behind you. You let out yelp as your shoulders get tugged backwards, Taylor’s angry face right in front of yours.
“What gives?” you say, trying to free your shoulder of her grip.
Taylor doesn’t relent, still holding on to it as she speaks. “So you’re just flirting with the bride now?”
“Wh— The hell? I was saying goodbye.”
“And you just had to lean in her ear to do so?”
You scoff, Taylor’s jealousy absolutely astounding to you. “Yeah, I did, Taylor! It’s loud in there.”
Taylor shakes her head, letting your shoulder drop as she lets out a hot breath. You wipe your nose, turning back around to leave, but Taylor speaks again.
“You’re a total bitch.”
“Excuse me?” you ask, eyes wide at her insult.
She goes to say something else, but you cut her off. “You’ve been leading me on for years, Taylor. You don’t get to call me the fucking bitch when you showed up with a boyfriend after ghosting me. You’re the bitch!”
Taylor looks taken aback at your words, not that she should be. “Leading you on? When did I ever do that?”
You scoff, running your hands through your hair. “Maybe when you would kiss me and act like we were dating, only for you to call us friends in public. Not to mention all the times we made out when you were off fucking around with whatever dude you were dating.”
Taylor stays silent, a small sniffle the only thing you hear. You figure it’s the cold weather, but then you hear another as she clears her throat.
“You’re right,” she admits softly. “You don’t deserve that… I’m sorry.”
You nod your head, turning around again to walk home. The pit in your stomachs more prominent than ever, as is the sinking feeling in your heart. As much as it kills you to admit it, you know it’s time to go. So you go.
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guys.
15 years fifteen MILLION TEARS, begging TIL MY KNEES MOTHER FUCKING BLED?
i gave it MY ALL he gave me NOTHING AT ALL then wondered WHY I LEFT.
now he sits on his throne, in his palace of bones, PRAYING TO HIS FUCKING GREED?
he's got my past frozen behind glass, but i've got me.
scooter braun when i catch you. when i fucking catch you the things that i will do will be left out of the news and any true crime article because they will be so unspeakable and disgusting.
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