This is a mashup of a bunch of lyrics by Taylor Swift. In order, it's "I'm Only Me When I'm With You", "Stay Beautiful", "Long Live", "Fearless", "Breathe", "Come Back...Be Here", "The Story Of Us", "All Too Well", "The Story Of Us" (again), "The Way I Loved You", "I Almost Do", "Come Back...Be Here" (again), "Come In With The Rain", "Teardrops On My Guitar", "Mine" and lastly, "This Love".

Song lyrics are in italics. (I got annoyed toward the end because some of my work got deleted and I had to re-write it, so you might notice it's not as good as it could have been).

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Friday night beneath the stars,

Tree branches blanketed in fresh snow intertwine above my head, the occasional hoot ringing throughout the Winter Woods. The night sky cloudless, darkness tinted navy.

In a field behind your yard, you and I are painting pictures in the sky.

We sit in a clearing tucked away behind the many mountains slick with white; his favourite thinking spot. A gust of wind blows through my hair, the winter air making me shiver. His eyes twinkle, his gaze focused on the stars above.

And sometimes we don't say a thing; just listen to the crickets sing.

I could hear them from the border of Spring, chirping merrily under the light of the moon. Resting against Milori's shoulder, I run my fingers along his arms, goosebumps arising on his skin.

So long as Milori is beside me, everything I need is right here by my side.

I smile.

And I know everything about you; I don't wanna live without you.

My hands trace his fingers, his hands pale yet strong, bigger and tougher than my dainty ones. My eyes run over his face, memorizing his features, the glimmer in his eyes and the way he makes me wonder what he's contemplating when he remains silent for a little too long. You're beautiful. Every little piece, love.

And don't you know? You're really gonna be someone.

You'll become the greatest Lord in all of Neverland; I believe in you, Milori. By the second star, do I believe in you.

Promise me this...

I lace my fingers with his, his lips briefly pressing against the back of my hand.

That you'll stand by me forever...but if God forbid fate should step in...

Closing my eyes, I inhale the smell of crisp air, the scent invigorating.

And force us into a goodbye...

I silently hope the moment leaves an impression deep within memory, so one lonely night, I will have this moment to recall.

If you have children some day,

How lucky would they be indeed, to be fathered by a sparrow man like you.

When they point to the pictures,

My cheeks feel suddenly hot against the cool air. Giggling, I bring my knees closer to my chest. The silver haired sparrow man gives me a look of bewilderment. Please tell them my name.

He holds me closer, his arms wrapped around me, his endearment and tenderness intoxicating. A deep warmth fills my heart.

Cause I don't know how it gets better than this. My hands shake, sweat coating them as I force my body away from his, trying to regain my composure.

"Clarion-" I smile in response.

"Milori..." I breathe. "I'm not usually this way but..."

You pull me in and I'm a little more brave. I press my lips to his, the coldness of his flesh sending shivers down my spine as it mingles with my warmth.

It's the first kiss. It's flawless. Really something. It's fearless.

Music starts playing like the end of a sad movie.

My eyes widen, my lips quiver. I do everything to prevent myself from crying and screaming in this delirious love-driven moment.

"No..." a whimper escapes my lips, the word far more fragile than I'd allow another to hear. "Milori..."

It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see.

His wing is torn, the surface shriveled and frail, my eyes focusing on the fragment of broken wing on the ground below. My heart sinks, my throat dry. I can't begin to comprehend what I've done. I push myself to step back into Spring, the coldness that I once enjoyed surrounding me gone.

Milori moves to embrace me, "Clarion-"

"No," I interrupt, "You mustn't cross again." I inhale sharpy, bitter tears spilling down my cheeks. "Nobody must ever cross the border again." his reddened eyes fall to the snow floor beneath him.

"If that is what you declare, Queen Clarion." he murmurs. I watch as he leaves, my eyes weeping the emotions that I cannot process.

Now I don't know what to be without you around.

My wings lift me, my body accelerating as I fly over the pink treetops of Spring, pressing myself to move faster until I'm worn. I find grains of sand beneath me as my wings falter, the sound of waves pushing against the shore filling my ears.

And we know it's never simple, never easy.

When I collapse, I curl myself into a ball until I'm gasping for air, tears streaking my face as the hysteria fades.

Never a clean break, no one here to save me.

My emotions turn blank and I sit numbly, my knees against my chest, watching as the waves bring in lost things from the Mainland.

You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand.

Milori...

This is falling in love in the cruelest way.

This is my fault.

This is falling for you when you are worlds away.

I'm sorry...

Days begin to fade into seasons, seasons into centuries. Over time, my heart continually burdened by the scar our love affair once left me with, begins to fade into silent tears on sorrowful nights.

I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down.

What is there to say after you were left flightless, forever confined to the ground? There is no cure to the damage that has been done. Though I once loved him as my dearest treasure, the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

Cool evening air surrounds the Home Tree, seeping through my windows and awakening my memories of Milori.

"You have filled my mind a lot, lately..." I sigh, my hands resting over my chest, the feeling of deep affection arising at the image of the Lord of Winter forever imprinted in my mind. Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it. "I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it."

After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own,

The feeling of his coldness against my warmth had made once made me uneasy, agitated that he would become too warm or I would become too cold, but he had soothed me and promised me that he loved me. I already knew, but my name of his lips had made my heart flutter.

Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone.

Scout-talent fairies had discovered my books at the Spring border the following day, coldness still clinging to each page when I received them. But you keep my old scarf from that very first week.

Milori had shown me how to craft a scarf from discarded pieces of spider silk when we first met. I had complained my neck was cold.

Wind blows by, ruffling my hair as I smile at the memories flooding back to me.

'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me.

After requesting scout-talent fairies searched the border, my scarf was never found.

You can't get rid of it 'cause you remember it all too well.

Moving towards the open balcony doors, I step onto the small ledge. Tilting my chin upwards, I close my eyes, combing my brain in search of each memory of the enchanting winter sparrow man.

'Cause there we are again, when I loved you so.

The feel of his lips pressed against mine, the way we could make each other laugh...

Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known.

My subconscious began to construct towering walls around my heart from that day forth; the day that I lost apart of myself in another fairy.

It was rare,

After the Minister of Spring began trying to constantly appease me, I had recognized the signs of love in his eyes. My eyes had only watered more than night.

I was there,

The fresh bed of snow, the far-off crickets, the surrounding magnificent mountains...

I remember it all too well. I'm scared to see the ending.

Why are we pretending this is nothing?

We haven't spoken, your name only mentioned by the Minister of Winter during official meetings; the Ministers never asked as to why I would never question Winter's leader and why I had always supported his intentions. I would not ask about Milori, or acknowledged I knew him once. All communication between myself and the Lord of Winter had been severed when Pixie Hollow was very young.

I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how.

"I've never heard silence quite this loud..." I mutter, gripping the balcony railing until my knuckles turn white.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain.

Never had I missed the sound of another's voice more than I do now. I watch as the moon lifts high in the sky.

And it's 2am and I'm cursing your name.

Milori...

I miss the way your arms would wrap around me as I slept, telling myself, 'you're so in love that you act insane'. And that's the way I loved you, the way that you comforted me when I started breaking down and coming undone, the way that whenever Fairy Mary asked, I could only describe it as "it's a roller coaster kinda rush".

And I never knew I could feel that much. I never realized that a sparrow man could make me feel so...happy and that's the way I loved you.

The stars shine brightly in the night sky, moonlight lighting Pixie Hollow as all houses outside of the Home Tree remain still and dark. Not a soul is awake, but I bet this time of night you're still up. Scout-talent fairies reported seeing a horde of winter fairies flying toward the second star yesterday evening; winter must now be upon the Mainland. I bet you're tired from a long hard week.

I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the city.

Though I always found Milori endearing, he sometimes became withdraw and reserved; he created tension between himself and his council when accidents happened or when Winter preparations were running a little behind. His favourite spot was a secluded, silent clearing that only I knew of. I had always felt special after he showed me the magnificent view.

And I bet sometimes you wonder about me.

My mind wanders to you every single day. And I just wanna tell you, "It takes everything in me not to call you."

How many times have I dared myself to go past the border, dared myself to break my own rule?

And I wish I could run to you.

My rule was to prevent further tragedies, I have always told myself, yet I hope you know that every time I don't, I almost do. Heavy raindrops begin descending from the sky above the Home Tree, wetting the ground below. Small amounts of water dampen my hands, forcing me to retreat into my bedroom, closing the balcony doors behind me. I lie atop the covers of my bed and close my eyes, the air cold.

I sigh. And this is when the feeling sinks in.

The feeling of goosebumps running over my skin, my heart feeling desolate compared to the memories of such warmth during the midst the coldest snowfall. I don't wanna miss you like this.

Sleep begins to claim me.

I'll leave my window open, 'cus I'm too tired at night to call your name. Oh, just know I'm right here hoping that you'll come in with the rain.

I'll wait for you, Milori. I haven't given up hope yet. Please, my love, come in with the rain.

"This happened because we tried to keep you apart."

"But never again. You belong together."

Our hands had wordlessly grasped each other's in the midst of the chaos, his touch familiar and welcomed, the past hundreds of years becoming nothing but distasteful memories.

Flash forward and we're taking on the world together.

The glimmer in his eyes had presented itself when his eyes first found me. During a moment of blinding passion, I had pressed my lips to his, the sound of fairies gasping and giggling filling ours ears. His lips moved like he was uncertain, like he'd spent his lifetime deprived of any physical touch after my ruling, as I had.

And there's a drawer of my things at your place.

I quickly discovered where my old scarf had been residing.

You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded.

Milori's wing edge had become jagged and lifeless, a thick cape around his shoulders often awakening the nightmares I once had of the shards of his wing. We became emotionally unconnected, until a fateful night dawned on us.

Braced myself for the "Goodbye."

"I'm sorry, Milori..." I whispered, suppressing the tears that he saw in my eyes.

'Cause that's all I've ever known.

Sleepless nights became a habit, my memories of Milori tormenting me until first light.

Then you took me by surprise.

My heart had fluttered, warmth spilling into it until I was crying of overwhelming euphoria.

You said, "I'll never leave you alone".

"Milori," I sighed, my fingers laced with his, tears wetting my eyes and a smile lightening up my face, "I love you."

This love left a permanent mark.

Lonely nights were filled with Milori's gentle voice and nightmares were interrupted with butterfly kisses. All the stars I had screamed at, all the prayers I had wept, all the despair and anguish I had kept at bay...

This love is glowing in the dark.

I lost the one true love I have ever known.

These hands had to let it go free.

He had murmured, "Ree, I love you."

And this love came back to me.