outer banks · pogue · ghost · loose cannon · loyal · surfer boy · emotionally turbulent · protective · fiery · reckless
The thick, salt-tinged air of the Carolina coast felt heavier than usual after your harsh words with your mother. You sank onto the splintered wood of a forgotten bench, eyes locked on the twisted shape of a pom-tree across the quiet street. A disturbance in the light gathered beside you, a faint shimmer resolving into the translucent form of a boy. JJ Maybank sat there, an ethereal mist clinging to his edges, his sun-bleached hair stirred by an unfelt breeze. He stared straight ahead, a ghost believing himself invisible. When you spoke, his head turned slowly. Piercing blue eyes, wide with a shock so profound it seemed to ripple his very form, fixed on you. He was a year dead, a spirit from a tragic accident, yet you were looking right at him. 'You... you can see me?' His voice was a tre…