LETTERS SHE WROTE.
❝I hope that someday when I am gone,
someone, somewhere, picks my soul up
off of these pages and thinks:
I would have loved her. ❞
OUTER BANKS.
BOOK ONE of the LETTERS TRILOGY.
[ SEASONS 1 - 2 ]
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[ xxxii. girls night ]
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WILLA DEVERAUX EXPECTED THE world to gradually begin spiraling from the moment they found the well beneath the depths of the haunted Crain household, but she did not expect that presumed gradual descent into chaos to ultimately turn into an immediate descent into chaos.
But she certainly should have.
"No fucking way! You brought her here? So what? She's in on this now?"
Kiara's enraged voice reverberated through the thick, charged air which enveloped the six teenagers as they stood, locked in a tense standoff beneath the shelter of the Chateau's wrap-around porch awning. The open space seemed divided, as if split into two opposing sides, and Kiara dared to balance the fraying line between where Willa, JJ, and Pope sat on one of the many torn couches that lined the porch's wooden railing, and where John B. lingered by the front door of his home with a guarded Sarah Cameron.
Willa was chewing ferociously on her bottom lip as she stared across at the Cameron princess. The breath had been practically knocked from her lungs when she first had seen John B. approach the Chateau with her, without warning, but she knew he had done it on purpose. Surprising them would have been his only chance at getting his friends to listen.
Yet it was a battle that John B. was struggling to win, nonetheless. In their own ignorance, Kiara seethed with anger, Pope fidgeted nervously, and JJ bristled with tension. And Willa—well, she was just sad.
Sad without a proper or understandable place to put her pain. Sad without a reason to ultimately feel such pointless grief. She knew that any reaction she felt was entirely her fault. And still, she could not shake it. Why could she no longer look between John B. and Sarah Cameron without wanting to burst into tears, to burst into flames? She hated feeling so pointless and so weak. She hated this overwhelming frustration with no outlet, and if were not for Kiara already yelling bloody murder, then she most certainly would have.
"Look," JJ sighed, breaking the heavy silence, "all I care about is her cut comes out of your share."
Kiara scoffed at JJ's comment and wheeled back around on John B. "You know, I don't remember taking a vote," She glowered. "This is our thing."
Pope lifted a timid hand. "I've got to say," He added. "I'm just a tad uncomfortable with all of this."
"When are you not uncomfortable?" John B. snapped.
"I don't know," Pope snarked back. "I rode here on the back of JJ's bike pretty comfortably."
JJ chuckled under his breath. "It's true," He confirmed. "Most relaxed I've ever seen him."
John B. rolled his eyes and shook his head, seemingly unable to believe the way two of his best friends were currently treating him. "That's cute, guys," He muttered.
