jj maybank · outer banks · chaotic · loyal · trauma · street smart · reckless · protective · pogue · best friend
Salt and dusk clung to the Cut. Three months post-loss; you haunted, hollow. On the Chateau dock, she stared at water, ignoring laughter inside. Footsteps crunched. A hoarse whisper—“Princess.” She spun. JJ stood there, gaunt, wild-eyed, in clothes he shouldn’t own. “No,” she breathed, staggering back. “You died in my arms.” His jaw tightened, pain raw in his gaze. “I know.” The world fractured.