Catching Kelce

Win Some, Lose Some

Jacksonville

September 2023 

Travis

Before the game, my agent, Danielle, approached me with a furrowed brow and a sense of urgency. "Travis, where's Dua?" she asked, her tone edged with frustration. "The media expects her to be at these games. We need her presence for publicity."

I sighed, understanding Danielle's concerns but also feeling the weight of Dua's absence keenly. "She had to fly out to California for some work commitments," I explained, trying to keep my tone even. "It couldn't be helped."

Danielle's expression softened slightly as she processed my words. "Alright, I understand," she conceded, though the frustration lingered in her voice. "But make sure she's at the next game. We need her there."

As the Kansas City Chiefs prepared to face off against the Jacksonville Jaguars, the anticipation in the locker room was palpable. We knew this game would be crucial, a chance to prove ourselves on the field and secure a victory for our team and our fans.

As we took to the field, I could feel the energy crackling in the air, the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I prepared to do battle against our opponents. The Jaguars were a formidable foe, but we were determined to emerge victorious.

With each snap of the ball and each tackle made, I gave it my all, pouring every ounce of effort and determination into the game. The tension was high, the stakes even higher, but I refused to let the pressure get to me. I knew that my teammates were counting on me, and I was determined to deliver.

As the game wore on, it became clear that victory was within our grasp. The Jaguars fought hard, but we fought harder, pushing forward with unwavering determination and focus. And when the final whistle blew, signaling our victory, a sense of pride and accomplishment washed over me.

Amidst the cheers and celebrations of my teammates and fans, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the opportunity to do what I loved on the field. Each victory was a testament to our hard work and dedication, a reminder of what we could achieve when we worked together as a team.

As I looked around at the smiling faces of my teammates, I felt a sense of camaraderie and unity that filled me with pride. We had overcome the odds, defied expectations, and emerged victorious. And as we celebrated our hard-fought win, I knew that there was nowhere else I'd rather be than right here, in the heart of the action, with my brothers by my side.

As the game progressed and the tension on the field mounted, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for Dua's presence. Despite my efforts to focus on the game, her absence loomed large in my mind.

After the final whistle blew and the Chiefs emerged victorious, I couldn't contain my joy at the hard-fought win. But as the celebrations began, I found myself distracted by thoughts of Dua, wishing she could have been there to share in the moment with me.

As I watched my teammates celebrating the victory, a wave of sadness washed over me. Despite the elation of the win, a hollow feeling lingered in the pit of my stomach, a reminder of the absence of someone dear to me.

I reached for my phone, hoping to find a message from Dua—a simple "Congratulations" or a string of celebratory emojis to share in the triumph of our win. But as I scrolled through my notifications, there was nothing. No text, no call, no sign of her reaching out to acknowledge our victory.

A sense of disappointment settled over me as I pocketed my phone, the weight of her absence hanging heavy in the air. It wasn't that I expected her to drop everything and be here with me at the game, but a small part of me had hoped for some form of connection, some reassurance that she was thinking of me, even from afar.

But as the minutes ticked by and the celebrations continued around me, the silence from Dua spoke volumes. It was a stark reminder of the distance that had grown between us in recent weeks, the strained communication and the unspoken tension that had seeped into our relationship.

I tried to push aside the feelings of sadness and disappointment, focusing instead on the joy of our victory and the camaraderie of my teammates. But deep down, I couldn't shake the sense of longing for Dua's presence, for her support and encouragement in moments like these.

As I joined in the celebrations with my teammates, I made a silent vow to myself to address the distance between us, to find a way to bridge the gap and rebuild the connection that had once brought us together. It was in moments like these that her presence would have mattered the most, her smile and encouragement serving as a beacon of support in the midst of triumph.

As I reflected on the fake dating situation that had brought Dua and me together, I couldn't deny the complexity of my emotions. What had started as a ploy orchestrated by others had evolved into something real and genuine—a connection that I couldn't ignore or deny.

Despite the circumstances that had brought us together, I had truly fallen for Dua, her presence in my life filling a void I hadn't even realized existed. But now, faced with the reality of our situation, I found myself at a loss, unsure of what to do or how to move forward.