Finding Our Way Back

Therapy Session

Not in a million years did Tyga ever think he would feel so out of place in the space he used to call home. He used to eat in this kitchen, watch television on this sofa, sleep with Kylie in this master bedroom. But sitting on the sofa in Kylie's Calabasas mansion, he felt like a complete stranger.

Everything still looked the same. Nothing had been touched in the last few months, from the looks of it.

"Do you want some water?" Kylie asked, after anxiously fiddling around in her kitchen. She wasn't really doing anything, she just needed some time to work up some nerve.

"No, I'm good." Tyga replied.

"Okay." Kylie took a deep breath and walked into the living room to sit across from Tyga on the couch opposite of him. She got a good look at Tyga. He looked...good. Really good. His curls were back, his smile was still perfect, and he gained a bit of weight. And he smelled good. Kylie could smell his Gucci cologne from her seat.

"How are you?" Tyga asked. "I know you had a rough week with all of your recent drama and-"

"I didn't call you over here to talk about Travis." Kylie said, cutting her ex off. "I know you offered to let me vent whenever I needed to, but that's not why you're here."

"Oh. Then why am I here?"

"I had to go to the hospital." Kylie said. "I was at LAX and I collapsed, and my doctor demanded that I take it easy. Taking it easy means I've been in this house ninety nine percent of my time. This is the most time I've spent in this house in months, to be honest. And I can't escape you."

"Excuse me?"

"You're in every nook and cranny of this house." Kylie further explained. "Your clothes, your shoes, your pictures, the man cave, King's room. It's like you've never left."

"Okay. Look, I'll call a moving company and I'll have my things out of here by the end of the week."

That statement made Kylie's stomach drop. Yeah, being reminded of Tyga every second of every day was hard but the thought of having no reminders of him scared her.

"That's not necessary. I mean, there's no rush, your stuff isn't bothering me."

"No, I get it. We need a clean break from each other. This is your house, your space."

"This house feels weird." Kylie admitted. "It's so...quiet. I'm used to noise, and chaos. I'm used to music blasting from the man cave, and King following me around, and the guys outside playing basketball and running around with the dogs."

Tyga didn't really know how to respond to that. What was she really trying to say?

"I don't know, I guess I'm just trying to say that I miss you guys. And it's going to take a while to adjust to this new normal."

"You adjusted pretty well, from my point of view." Tyga said, scoffing. He couldn't even hide the edge in his tone. "It's been four months, and you moved on seamlessly. In fact, it was downright sociopathic, Ky. One day, you're spending the night at my house and a few days later, you're at Coachella with a whole new nigga. And you don't even have the fucking decency to be discreet about it."

"Okay, so that photo op with Jordan was completely innocent?"

"We went out to lunch! With a group of people and I hugged her goodbye."