DISCONTINUED / NO LONGER WRITING
❛ and its new, the shape of your
body, its blue the feelin' i got and
it's ooh, whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer.
and it's cool, that's what i tell 'em. no
rules in breakable heaven, but ooh,
whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer...
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𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 / 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒-𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 ❛ i don't know if i'm ready to say goodbye just yet. ❜
STELLA HADN'T GOTTEN a wink of sleep in that night. Thoughts and worries kept her up all night. She laid on a pile of linens and rags, staring up at the dark ceiling of the Wreck. JJ's sleeping body was molded to her. His face in the crook of her neck, tickling her with his breath while his arm rested around her waist. Normally she slept so soundly with JJ, but tonight was different.
When the sun rose above the horizon, Stella moves gently out from under JJ's weight and walks out to the patio, watching police cruisers and helicopters fly above head. Her chest was tight and her faith was nearly nonexistent at this point.
JJ rubbed his eyes and rolled onto his back. He moves over to greet his girlfriend, but realized she was no longer with him. He sat up and rubs his eyes before noticing her outside.
He yawned as he sat up, walking out to her and wrapping his arms around her from behind. She sighed and placed hers onto of his. He kissed her neck. "Mornin', Stellie."
"Good morning, Jayj." Stella's voice was distant and shaky. He knew something was wrong in that moment.
"What's wrong, baby?"
She sighs and pulls her lips into a thin line while her eyes catch on an overhead helicopter a few miles out. "I... I'm worried about him." JJ picks up his head and looks at her. "I don't know if I'm ready to say goodbye just yet."
Stella turns her head to look at him, "You know, when we got off the island, we were supposed to do it together. All three of us. Me, John B and my Dad. We... we were gonna move to Costa Rica." She laughs sadly. "Seems pretty impossible now that John B is a criminal."
JJ frowns. His heart broke for Stella, knowing what kind of pain she was in. He wished there was more he could do for her. "I'm sorry, Stella. I know how much this is hurting you."
"I just don't want to lose him and then lose you guys too." Stella looks at him and places her hand on the side of his cheek. "I can't lose you, J. Not now, not ever."
He shakes his head. "I'm not goin' anywhere, Stella."
Stella smiles up at him before wrapping her arms around him, stuffing her face into his shoulder. His fall to her waist and he kisses her head. They hold each other tight for a few moments, scared to lose the other if they were to let go.
They separate from he sound of a police siren wiling near by. JJ grabs her hand. "Come on, we need to get inside."
Stella nods and follows him while the pulls her back into the Wreck. Pope and Kiara are awaking as they do.
"He's pinched for sure, man." JJ tells Pope while his arm falls around Stella's waist.
Pope shakes his head. "No. They wouldn't still be patrolling if they caught him."
