Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

Lost in Translation

Travis

The past three months had been a whirlwind of emotions and confusion for me. Ever since Arianna left Kansas City, I had been trying to reach out to her, sending her texts, but receiving no response. Over a hundred messages sent, and not a single reply. Each unanswered text felt like a punch to the gut.

I found myself scrolling through tabloid articles and social media, seeing Arianna's name linked with various celebrities—ASAP Rocky, The Weeknd, Bad Bunny, Harry Styles. I knew better than to believe everything I read, but the jealousy was hard to ignore. I had no right to be jealous; I was still seeing Kayla. But every time I tried to break up with her, she manipulated me into staying.

Two and a Half Months Ago

I sat on my couch, staring at my phone. Another article had just surfaced, showing Arianna leaving a club with Harry Styles. I threw my phone onto the cushion beside me, running a hand through my hair in frustration. Why couldn't I just let her go?

Kayla walked into the room, her presence adding to the tension. "Travis, are you okay? You seem distracted lately."

I sighed, not meeting her eyes. "Kayla, we need to talk."

She sat down next to me, her expression shifting to concern. "What's going on?"

"I think we should take a break," I said, trying to muster the courage to end things. "This isn't working."

Kayla's eyes filled with tears, and she leaned in closer, her voice soft and pleading. "Travis, please don't do this. I love you. We can work things out."

My resolve wavered. Every time she did this, I felt trapped. "I just... I don't know if this is right anymore."

She wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my shoulder. "Please, Travis. Just give us another chance."

And just like that, I stayed. I hated myself for it, but I didn't know how to get out of this toxic relationship.

Two Months Ago

I was in the locker room, scrolling through Instagram during a break. I saw a picture of Arianna with The Weeknd. They looked happy, comfortable with each other. It made my heart ache.

My teammate, Isiah, noticed my distraction. "You okay, Kelce? You seem off."

I forced a smile. "Yeah, just got a lot on my mind."

Isiah nodded, understanding. "Anything you want to talk about?"

I shook my head. "Not really. Just trying to figure some stuff out."

One Month Ago

I was at a charity event, trying to focus on the cause and not my personal turmoil. Kayla was by my side, all smiles and charm for the cameras. Inside, I felt hollow.

I saw another tabloid headline later that night—Arianna spotted with Bad Bunny. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to do something.

That night, I texted her again:

Travis: Hey, Ari. I hope you're doing well. I really need to talk to you. Please, just give me a chance to explain.**

No response.

Present day

I sat in my living room, staring at my phone. I had tried so many times to break free from Kayla, but she always found a way to reel me back in. I was stuck in a cycle I didn't know how to break.

My phone buzzed, and I glanced at the screen. It was a notification from Instagram—Arianna had just posted. I opened the app and saw the announcement for her new album, "My Everything."

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✨ Excited to announce my new album "My Everything" will be released in two weeks! ✨

I couldn't take my eyes off the cover. She looked beautiful, confident, and so out of reach. I sighed, feeling the weight of my decisions. I hated not being with the person I truly wanted, but I also didn't know how to get out of my toxic relationship with Kayla.

As I scrolled through my phone, I saw a message from Brittany about her upcoming birthday party. Maybe seeing Arianna there, even from a distance, would help me figure out what to do next.

I typed out a quick response to Brittany, confirming my attendance. I had to see Arianna, even if it was just for a moment. Maybe then I could find the clarity I so desperately needed.