42. what's better left unsaid

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 FORTY-TWO : WHAT'S BETTER LEFT UNSAID
𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 OF SEASON TWO
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THE DOOR slammed behind them so hard it rattled on its hinges, but JJ didn't stop running. His hand was locked around Layla's wrist, pulling her through the uneven ground behind the chateau, his breathing sharp but controlled, his focus fixed entirely on getting them out of sight.

"JJ-" she tried, her voice catching, panic already creeping in.

"Don't," he cut in under his breath, not harsh, just urgent. "Just keep moving."

The world felt too loud.

Too open.

Every shadow stretched too far, every sound hitting harder than it should. Somewhere behind them, something shifted, footsteps, maybe? or just the echo of their own but JJ didn't take the chance to figure it out.

He spotted the chicken coop just ahead. Half-falling apart, tucked just far enough behind a line of trees to give them cover.

"Here," he muttered, already dragging her toward it.

They stumbled inside.

The door barely held as he shoved it shut behind them, the thin wood rattling slightly as it settled back into place. Dust hung in the air immediately, disturbed by their sudden movement, catching in Layla's throat as she tried to breathe through it.

The space was small.

Dim light filtered through the gaps in the wood, thin beams slicing through floating feathers and bits of hay scattered across the floor. The smell hit next earthy, stale, something sharp underneath it.

Layla's breathing broke first being too fast and too loud. Her chest heaved as she tried to steady it, her hands trembling slightly at her sides as everything caught up to her at once.

"Hey-hey," JJ murmured quickly, stepping closer, his voice dropping instinctively. "You're okay. You're okay."

She shook her head immediately, panic already spilling over. "No, I-JJ, I can't..."

"Yes, you can," he insisted quietly, reaching for her without hesitation, his hands firm but careful as they settled on her arms. "Just look at me."

She tried.

God, she tried.

But her eyes kept flicking toward the walls, toward the gaps in the wood, like something was going to come crashing through them at any second.

"I can't breathe—" she whispered, her voice breaking.

JJ scooched closer, closer than he probably should have but he didn't think about that.

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