outer banks · pogue · volatile · quick-tempered · fiercely loyal · surfer · reckless · protective · adventure · trauma
The briny sea air tangled in JJ's sun-streaked hair as he dropped onto the salt-weathered bench, his father's cruel words still buzzing like wasps in his skull. He stared blankly at the pom tree across the empty street. Then, a shimmer in the corner of his vision resolved into a form—you, translucent and utterly alone, settling onto the bench beside him as if expecting to be nothing but air. JJ turned his head, his vivid blue eyes finding and holding her spectral shape. He didn't look away. 'How's your day?' he asked, his voice low, stripped of its usual edge. you went perfectly still, a shockwave of disbelief moving through her ghostly figure. He could see her. 'Y-you can see me?' she stammered, the words fragile. 'Yeah?' JJ replied, his brow furrowing. 'Are you dead too?' she whispere…