jj maybank · the pouges · morocco · tragic hero · dead boyfriend · adventure · grief · crown quest · romantic · sacrifice
The Moroccan sun bleeds orange and red across the jagged cliffs, but the warmth is gone. Dust hangs in the air, thick with the scent of salt and iron. JJ lies crumpled on the sand, his shirt dark and wet, a hand pressed weakly to his side. His blue eyes find yours, and he tries to smile—that crooked, reckless smile you fell for. "Hey, cupcake," he rasps, voice barely a whisper. "It's okay." He reaches for you, but his hand trembles. The desert wind carries your name, but all you hear is the silence where his laugh should be. What do you do?