Catching Kelce

Breaking Point

Travis

I lay in bed, the weight of indecision pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. Thoughts of Dua filled my mind, her presence a constant reminder of the turmoil that had enveloped our relationship. The silence between us stretched on, broken only by the sound of our restless breathing.

I reached out to touch her, but she pulled away, her movements stiff and guarded. The distance between us felt like an unbridgeable chasm, widening with each passing moment. I knew that I needed to make a decision, to confront the growing tension that threatened to tear us apart.

"Dua," I murmured, the sound of her name hanging in the air like a plea for understanding. "We need to talk."

She turned to look at me, her eyes searching mine for answers that I didn't have. "What is it, Travis?" she asked, her voice laced with apprehension.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the words that I knew needed to be said. "I think we need some time apart," I began, my voice trembling with uncertainty. "To figure things out, to figure out what we really want."

I reached out to her, my hand hovering in the space between us, unsure of whether to pull her close or push her away. "I don't want to hurt you, Dua," I confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush. "But I don't know how to fix this."

"You got what you wanted from me, didn't you?" she accused, her voice dripping with resentment. "Now that you've used me to boost your image, you're ready to cast me aside like yesterday's news."

I recoiled at her words, the weight of her accusation crushing me under its enormity. "No, Dua, that's not it at all," I protested, desperation creeping into my voice. "You mean more to me than you'll ever know. But right now, I just don't know how to fix things between us."

She shook her head, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt. "So, what? I was just a pawn in your game?" she demanded, her voice rising with each word. "A means to an end, a tool to make your value better to the NFL?"

I reached out to her, my hand trembling with the intensity of my emotions. "No, Dua, you're so much more than that," I insisted, my voice thick with emotion. "You're the light in my life, the one who makes everything brighter. But I can't ignore the problems that are tearing us apart."

She looked at me, her eyes brimming with tears, her walls crumbling under the weight of her vulnerability. "I thought we had something real, Travis," she whispered, her voice filled with anguish. "But maybe I was just fooling myself."

I felt my heart shatter at her words, the realization of the pain I had caused her hitting me with a force that left me reeling. "Dua, please," I begged, my voice raw with emotion. "I never meant to hurt you. I just don't know how to fix this."

She looked at me, her expression a mix of sadness and resignation. "Maybe it's time for us to let go," she murmured, her voice barely audible in the silence that surrounded us. "Maybe we were never meant to be."

As Dua began packing her belongings, her movements filled with a sense of urgency, I felt a wave of panic wash over me. "Dua, please," I pleaded, desperation lacing my voice. "It's the middle of the night. Stay, at least until morning."

She paused, her eyes brimming with tears, her resolve waning but still firm. "I have a jet for a reason, Travis," she replied, her voice tinged with sorrow. "I'm getting out of Kansas, and I'm never coming back."

Her words struck me like a physical blow, the finality of her decision sending shockwaves through me. "But Dua, where will you go?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What will you do?"

She shook her head, her gaze unwavering. "I don't know yet," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. "But anywhere is better than here, with you."

I felt a lump form in my throat, the weight of her words pressing down on me with an unbearable heaviness. "Please, Dua, don't go," I pleaded, reaching out to her with trembling hands. "I can't bear to lose you."

But she pulled away, her resolve hardening once more. "You already have, Travis," she whispered, her voice filled with resignation. "It's time for me to go."

With that, she turned away from me, her steps echoing through the silence of the room as she made her way towards the door. I watched helplessly as she disappeared into the night, leaving me alone with the crushing weight of my regret and the haunting echoes of her departure.

As the door clicked shut behind her, a profound sense of emptiness settled over me, suffocating in its intensity. I stood there in the darkness, paralyzed by the weight of my regret and the crushing realization of what I had just done. Dua, the woman I loved more than anything in this world, was gone, and it was all my fault.

I sank onto the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hands as the enormity of my mistake washed over me like a tidal wave. How could I have let her go? How could I have pushed her away when all she wanted was to be with me?

Images of our time together flashed through my mind, each memory a dagger in my heart. The laughter we shared, the intimate moments we cherished, the dreams we dared to dream together—all of it now tainted by my foolish pride and stubbornness.

I had let my insecurities and fears drive a wedge between us, blind to the damage I was causing until it was too late. Now, as I sat alone in the darkness, the full weight of my actions crashing down on me, I realized the magnitude of my mistake.

In a sudden burst of clarity, I knew I couldn't let her go like this. Not without at least trying to make things right. Ignoring the turmoil raging inside me, I dashed towards the door, my heart pounding with urgency.

I flung open the door and raced outside, my eyes scanning the driveway frantically for any sign of Dua's departure. And there, at the edge of the gate, I saw her – the faint glow of the security car's headlights illuminating her tear-streaked face.

"Dua!" I called out, my voice cracking with emotion as I sprinted towards her. "Wait!"

But it was too late. The car pulled away from the gate, its tires crunching against the gravel as it disappeared into the night. I skidded to a halt, my chest heaving as I watched helplessly, the distance between us widening with each passing second.

In that moment, the gravity of my mistake hit me like a freight train. I had let her slip through my fingers, pushed her away when all I wanted was to pull her closer. And now, as I stood alone in the darkness, I knew that I had lost her – perhaps forever.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I whispered her name into the empty night, the weight of my regret heavy upon my shoulders. "Dua," I murmured, the sound lost in the vast expanse of the night sky. "I'm sorry."

I had lost the woman I loved, the woman who made my life worth living, all because I couldn't set aside my own pride and ego. I knew that I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.

Author's note 

I hated writing this chapter.