Taylor’s pov

A light knock comes on my door and the next moment, the door cracks open and I close my eyes and slowly exhale as the footstep grows close and clenches the bedsheets tightly around me. My eyes strain tightly and feel dry because I’ve been crying for the past hours, and I had fallen asleep in the middle of my tears.

“Taylor.” comes mom's tender voice as she draws closer. “You’re not still crying, are you?”

I shake my head even as though I am and I hear her sigh and sit down on the bed. I turn to her and she gasps. “Your eyes are bloody red,...