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╰┈➤ 𝘏𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 ended with a glass of soda or a can of beer on the terrace. Usually mostly in Outer Banks. Just not on July 12, 2022. Not for Emma and her twin brother John B, who has been wanted as a murderer for a few hours and since then the two have been about to go into hiding. 

Their friend JJ had given them his dad's Phantom, which fortunately gave them a very high chance of escaping. If only it weren't for the tremendous storm that was already raging over the two. 

"Sarah will be fine with the others. You don't have to worry," the girl promised her brother, laying her hand on his. The electricity was still off everywhere and they could just let themselves drift so that they got away without making a sound and unnoticed. Hopefully. 

John B looked at his sister thoughtfully, couldn't believe how surreal it all felt. 

"I know Em. Ward is the problem. He's capable of so much, Dad used to say that all the time. And now he's dead because of him." Emma took the bottle of water from her backpack and took a sip. "First of all, we should make sure that we don't get killed too and that our family no longer exists. We're only better for Ward dead than alive," she said, calmly holding the water in his face.

 The dark blonde took it from her hand, but only held it in his hands. "Why aren't you showing any emotion at all about what happened there?", he changed the subject, studying his sister. Sometimes he thought he knew exactly what was going on inside her, but then it was almost as if he was wrong about everything about her. 

"Because it was Rafe, huh?", she murmured more to herself, why he might ask. "You mean because anyone else would be shocked at what they did because she just wanted to arrest Ward." She leaned her back against the wheel, introverted. "Rafe was obsessively convinced that she wanted to shoot his dad and a voice must have told him that if he saved him he would finally be proud of him. After all, these are all consequences of his coke - this mental madness. I always knew that eventually something would happen - that was an act of his trauma. Just not the worst kind." 

John B continued to sidetrack his sister for a while, arms crossed over her chest, a strand of hair falling across her face, her side profile so flawless. Still, he saw a stabbing sadness in her unique green-blue eye color. "You're probably the only person who understands him, Em, because you go through the world with such a detailed view that nothing goes unnoticed in front of you. But I can see how torn you are about it," he said, trying his best to be sensitive enough, knowing there were some things she secretly cared about. 

However, before the two twins could continue to talk sadly, the storm threw a spanner in the works. It poured like cats and dogs, soaked both of them completely and the ever-increasing waves ripped them off the boat to the left and then immediately to the right again. As soon as Emma had closed her eyes from the splashing water and wanted to open them again to be able to see, the next wave came and blocked her view again. She even made sure that you couldn't breathe calmly and only went on gasping. To hell with everything.