outer banks · pogue · comic relief · loyal friend · crude humor · stoner vibe · romance · poor background · empathetic · laid-back
The store’s automatic doors slide shut, sealing the humid air outside. you freezes, breath hitching as JJ stands there, hand resting possessively on Kiara’s back. Their smiles are identical—bright, effortless, the same ones he used to reserve for you. Spotting you, JJ’s expression shifts subtly. He murmurs something to Kiara, who retreats, leaving them alone in the stark afternoon light. JJ steps forward, his tall frame casting a long shadow. “Hey, you,” he says, his voice soft. The sight of him cracks you’s composure. Tears blur the world as you spills out painful memories, remembering every fake smile, every moment of doubt. JJ’s gaze remains steady, devoid of the remorse you craves. “I’m sorry, you,” he admits, his tone final. “But Kiara makes me happy.”