【 dear ex lover 】
abigail laker-quill wore her heart on her sleeves; maybe that's why it was so easy for pope heyward to shatter it.
pope heyward x fem!oc
ex lovers to lovers
obx s1-2
book 1
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chapter thirteen; MISSION: LIVE LIFE BEFORE YOU DIE.
ABBY DIDN'T have the heart to return home for the night. Instead, she went to the Chateau with JJ, who was inspecting her the entire ride (Kie had driven her dad's truck to the movie, and later offered to take them home in it) — did he hurt you, Abs? and I'm gonna kill him for touching you were practically embedded into Abby's mind.
Well, really, it wasn't only JJ that had been concerned.
Pope and Kie checked on one another, and Abby later checked on the both of them when she discovered that Kie was the arsonist of the night. Abby couldn't even be upset with her for breaking another law, because what would have happened if she didn't? All she could do was be grateful to her curly-haired friend and check her over for injuries — which only led to Kie calling Rafe and Topper fascist assholes and dicks for even considering touching Abby.
Pope wasn't as vocal about his concern, but Abby could see it in his face. He had been glaring at Rafe the entire time he stormed away, and her suspicions that he still cared were proven correct when he pulled her aside. His touch was gentle and soft, and he said nothing more than a quiet c'mere before tugging her into his chest and hugging her as if his life depended on it. She could later make out the sight of his eyes scouring her body for any bruises or hard injuries after wiping the mud off her face with his shirt.
It was a soft and tender moment between two exes, and if she hadn't been so overwhelmed in that moment, then she probably would've overanalyzed it like she did everything else Pope did. But she didn't overanalyze it, and merely watched with tired eyes as he walked over to Kie, and allowed JJ to pull her into his side and drag her to Kie's truck.
Now she was here, at the Chateau, a place so sacred and holy to not only her, but also JJ who slept quietly on the couch across from her. The Chateau had become Abby's second home when she hung around the Pogues more than she did anyone else, and now, despite the time that had passed, it felt just as familiar as it once did. It felt safe.
After Abby had taken a shower and slipped into some of John B's clothes (he wouldn't care, she was sure of it), she had taken a few idle moments to just think about life — deep, she knows, but she needed a moment of reflection.
First of all, her good and cool idea to make Topper's jet ski disappear had backfired impossibly so. Not only was she not a magician, but she also realized it was not Topper's jet ski. It was, in fact, Rafe's jet ski, and she estimated that she had about twenty-four hours of life left in her before she was totally and completely dead — which, considering it's been around seven hours since she learned of this info, left her with about seventeen hours.
