𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 || 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ~ 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

ɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴘᴛ.²

summary: JJ realizes his mistake too late, but he has a sudden chance to make things right.

word count: 1 231.

edited: no.

warnings: none.

notes: I feel like writing today, so hopefully I will have something else ready by the end of the day. Any preference on the love interest? JJ or Rafe?

Also this isn't that great, sorry. 

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"I can't do this anymore. Don't ask me for anything ever again, don't even look for me." She turned to him, staring right into his eyes. "I'm done with being used."

That night, once her head was resting on her pillow, Y/n's mind began spinning. She knew the pain wouldn't have stopped anytime soon and, strange as it may sound, she felt relieved.

When the words rolled on her tongue, they sounded sweeter than they truly were. "And you're to blame."

* * * 

JJ relentlessly tossed and turned in his bed. His head was pounding, his heart racing.

The darkness surrounding him was sticky, like judgement clawing at his skin, threatening to rip it off. The stars were way too far, their dull light unable to cut through the shadow and free him from its cold grip.

His skin was freezing, deprived of the touch of her soft fingertips tracing his jaw, running through his hair, pulling him closer.

His bed empty, as it had been before she came into his life, setting him on fire, incinerating his thoughts, igniting his emotions. The mattress seemed to swallow him whole, the sheets tightened around his body like merciless chains.

The moon disappeared, the stars blurred, the darkness melted, leaving space to a troubling blue sky.

JJ didn't move.

Only when the sun was halfway through his journey, when its poisonous light shone above the Chateau, when its warmth engulfed his world and stained it with a yellowish fever, JJ untangled himself from the sheets and walked out of his bedroom.

He was dazed, as if he was walking for the first time, unstable on his weak legs, scared of the unknown, shaking to feel comfort, warmth, love.

JJ heard the door open, his eyes widened.She was there. She came back to him.

Y/n.

But when John B walked in the room, carrying a grocery bag, the boy's heart shattered, the pieces scattered on the ground and melded with the lifeless floor.

He had pictured her walking through that door one too many times. But she'd never come. His mind had wandered to her lips, to her taste, to his hands on her body; he had heard her voice whisper in his ears, call his name, her laugh lingering in the room; her fragrance had filled his lungs, stained his sheets, intoxicated him to the point where he needed more, all the time, more, more, more... To the point where he wanted to get lost in everything that was her - her eyes, her smiles, her kisses - lose track of reality, drown in her presence, beg for more, more, more... Lose himself in her, find himself in her.

None of that had happened since she had left them. Since she had left him.

JJ wanted to blame somebody else - John B, for starting the whole treasure-hunt thing; Kiara, for telling them about Y/n in the first place; Pope, for not stopping them from using her. But it was on him, and he knew it.