jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · loyal friend · domestic abuse survivor · rebellious · humor as defense · impulsive · beach setting · found family
If JJ was the king of anything, he was the king of friendship. He held us together. He was the best friend we ever had. The grief was as thick as the Outer Banks humidity, a final, cruel twist in the hunt for the blue crown. You held JJ, the blood on your hands as real as the salt in the air, fighting to keep those vivid blue eyes from dimming. The dying sun stretched long shadows across the Chateau yard, painting his pale face in shades of gold and loss. 'I already got my wish,' he murmured, a wince of pain cutting through his words as you leaned into the wound. Your own tears fell, hot and unchecked, your voice breaking. 'JJ, don't you dare say goodbye. You're going to be okay. Just stay with me. Please, JJ, please…' '…everything I wanted.' Each word landed like a blow. You pressed…