▌𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘒𝘚
❛ being with you is the last thing i thought would make sense to me. ❜
❛ you're an asshole. ❜
❛ but you still love me ❜
. . ⋆｡˚🫧 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 ━━━━
𝙟𝙟 and 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙚 refuse to admit that they are falling in 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 wit...
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ʚɞ °｡⋆ ⸜ 🌼
CHAPTER ONE : "UNSPOKEN WORDS"
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Gracie stood on the porch of her home, gazing at the horizon where the ocean met the sky. The opulence of her new life still felt foreign, like a costume she hadn't quite grown into. The death of her parents had left her reeling, and the move to figure eight with her brother, Aaron, had been a necessity, not a choice.
She sighed, clutching the railing as memories of her time with the people she pushed into her past flooded back. She hadn't seen them all summer, not since the morning she left The Cut without a word. After their parents' sudden deaths, she and Aaron had decided to take a break from the Outer Banks, seeking refuge and healing in the serene mountains of Asheville, North Carolina. It was a place where they could process their grief away from the constant reminders of their old life.
Aaron had been inside unpacking their things, unloading boxes that reminded him of his childhood, frowning slightly at the thought of his parents. He called from inside the house, "Gracie, you okay out there?"
She took a deep breath and turned to face her brother. Aaron had always been her rock, but even he couldn't fill the void left by their parents' death. "Yeah, just needed some fresh air."
Aaron gave her a sympathetic look, understanding the unspoken weight of her words. He nodded, not pressing further, and returned to the kitchen, unpacking cutlery.
Gracie looked back towards the ocean. They had only recently returned to the Outer Banks, slipping back unnoticed. No one knew they were back, not even her friends. She put on a brave face, hiding the storm of emotions roiling inside.
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The late afternoon sun hung low over the Outer Banks, casting a golden haze over the beaten-down couches and mismatched furniture at the Chateau. It was a typical day for the Pogues, a slow, lazy kind of day that felt like any other—except it wasn't.
John B reclined on the worn sofa, one leg draped over the armrest, flipping through a sun-bleached magazine he'd found god knows where. Pope was hunched over a deck of cards, attempting to show Kiara another trick, though her half-hearted glances showed she wasn't too interested. She sat cross-legged on the floor, tapping her fingers against her phone in boredom, while JJ leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling as he absentmindedly threw a tennis ball against the wall.
