𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋🎠 | Travis Scott.

𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚 🎠

(reminder: comment as much as you can on this chapter! you won't regret it)

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chapter twenty nine:
IT'S YOU

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December 25th, 2012.
Houston, Texas.
Kelsey

"Jacques?" I lowly asked after noticing his shoes. He had his black old school vans on, the ones I bought him last Christmas. Yes, we had bought matching shoes to each other for Christmas.

He turned around, his eyes wide open, looking at me in disbelief.
"Bird?" He asked, confused with furrowed eyebrows, before groaning a little. He probably had a headache, since he kept on massaging his temple.

He then rubbed his eyes, "Are you real? Is that really you?" He asked in a whisper, but loud enough for only me to hear.

I nodded, "Yes." I answered and he shook his head.

"No, no that's not you. Stop playing with my mind." He muttered and looked down, with his hands on his braids.

I gulped hard and slowly walked to him, "Jacques, it's me, Kelsey." I lift his head up with my hands, making our gazes finally meet. His eyes color reflected just perfect against the lights of the huge Christmas tree. But this time, his eyes were darker, bloodshot red and they were hung low.

His fists were wrapped around my wrists, shaking a lot, and he looked deeply into my eyes, like he was searching for something.

His now black eyes widened as he let go of my wrists, "It's you." With one quick motion, he wrapped his arms around my neck and shoulders, hugging me tight.

I hugged him back, with my arms wrapped around his waist, while I slowly drew circles around his muscular back, so he would relax. He was so tense, but after a few seconds his shaking stopped and a tear fell on my neck, making furrow my eyebrows in sadness.

I heard Jacques sniffling, "It's really you." It seemed like he talked to himself, until he stepped in my foot, causing us to fall on the couch. Uh oh...

"Jacques, are you drunk?" I asked him while looking at him.

He shrugged, "Only a little." He faintly answered and brought his fingers to his temple again.

"Actually." He took a deep breath and ran to the bathroom. I followed closely behind him, so he wouldn't fall and get hurt.

"Here." I passed him some tissues so he could wipe his mouth. He murmured a small 'thanks', before continuing throwing up in the toilet.

"Are you alright?" I asked him from the door's frame and he nodded after flashing the toilet.

"Shit fucks my stomach up every time." He said and washed his hands carefully.

"What was it?" I brought my arms to my chest and asked him in curiosity.

Jacques opened the toothpaste and poured some on his toothbrush.

"Lean." He bluntly said while looking at his self in the mirror and brought the toothbrush to his mouth, brushing his teeth hard.