Kyler Jenner, the older twin brother of Kylie, has been noted as a model, a music producer, and a business man, helping his family navigate through the ups and downs. Throughout his career, he's been able to help the Kar-Jenner family with their com...
As soon as the door clicked shut, Stass turned to me, her hands resting on her hips, staring me down as I plop down onto the bed.
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STASS: "Alright, spill. What's going on in that overthinking brain of yours?"
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KYLER: I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I sat up on the edge of the bed. "I don't know. I just... I felt so out of control back there. Like I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. It's stupid."
STASS: "It's not stupid." She said firmly, sitting beside me. "You had a panic attack, Kyler. And your anchor was yanked away from you. That's not something you can just brush off."
KYLER: I looked down at my hands, twisting the silver ring on my finger. "It's embarrassing. Everyone here saw me practically lose it. And Travis...he made it worse."
STASS: "Travis is an idiot sometimes." She said, rolling her eyes. "But forget him. This isn't about him, or anyone else. It's about you." Her hand found mine again, her thumb brushing over my knuckles. "You've been holding everything in all day, haven't you?"
KYLER: I nodded reluctantly. "It's easier that way. If I don't think about it, I don't have to deal with it right now."
STASS: Stass tilted her head, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You're impossible, you know that? You act all tough, but I see right through you."
KYLER: I couldn't help but smile, just a little. "You think you've got me figured out?"
STASS: "Oh, I know I do." She said, leaning closer. "You're a softie, Kyler Jenner. And I kind of love that about you."
KYLER: Her words caught me off guard for a second, that word especially, but the sincerity in her tone disarmed me. "I just... I don't like feeling weak."
STASS: "You're not weak." She said, her voice unwavering. "You're human. And it's okay to let people in, to let me in." Her hand moved to my cheek, her touch featherlight. "You don't have to do this alone. I'll be right here. I've got you, okay?"
