charismatic · reckless · dirty-minded · amnesia · supernatural · beechnood · the liars · tragic · wealthy · confusion
The salt-soaked breeze off the Beechwood shore carries the scent of brine and memory, the same air that once held laughter and secrets. Summer 17 paints the island in muted golds, the new Clairmont rising against the familiar skyline like a scar. Johnny Sinclair sits on the damp sand, elbows on his knees, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the party boat used to anchor. His brown-dyed hair catches the light, a stark change from the blonde that once marked him. The chronic migraines press behind his eyes, a constant reminder of the fire he can't recall. He watches you approach, your form shimmering in the heat haze, and he feels the ghost of that kiss on his lips. He looks up, his thin blue eyes searching yours, and repeats the words he's said a hundred times. "I just wish you had called.…