Since Big John's disappearance, June Routledge decides to come back to Outer Banks after a while of not being in the so well known island.
There she meet her twin brother, John B. Not only to get herself into the biggest trouble of her life, but to...
"You are your father's daughter, stubbornness and pride. Mind what he says but remember, you may hear a voice inside."
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[POV: June]
AS THE SUN DIPPED BELOW THE HORIZON, casting a warm golden glow across the quiet street, my heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
I meticulously prepared John B's room for JJ's impending arrival, making sure everything was just right. It had been a couple of hours since the conversation I had with JJ at Heyward's shop had happened. The prospect of spending the night with JJ brought a glimmer of light to my otherwise heavy heart.
As I carefully arranged my belongings, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness. John B had turned into my confidant, my pillar of strength, and his absence still felt like an unbearable weight upon my shoulders. But amidst the pain, I found solace in the gentle presence of JJ, a friend who had unknowingly become my anchor during these difficult times.
Maybe even becoming something more.
As the soft hum of anticipation buzzed in the air, I stood in front of my mirror, my gaze fixed upon my reflection. I tried my best to not look at myself for too long, I hated seeing my reflection and only seeing John B in myself.
I tried to steadily calm my nerves, reminding myself to be present in the moment and to cherish the connection I had with JJ. Tonight was more than just a sleepover; it was a small respite, an opportunity to temporarily escape the gravity of loss and to embrace the joy of our shared friendship.
As I adorned myself in comfortable pajamas, my mind wandered to the memories we had created over the past days. Laughter-filled afternoons spent in the château, heartfelt conversations shared under the starlit sky - moments that wove us together like threads in the tapestry of our friendship. I cherished these memories, for they reminded me that, even in the face of tragedy, love and connection could persevere.
With each passing minute, my anticipation grew as I imagined the imminent arrival of JJ at the château's doorstep. I couldn't help but wonder how this night would unfold—whether our usual banter would take on a deeper, more profound tone.
Would he perceive the subtle shifts in my demeanor, the traces of vulnerability that I had been unable to conceal?
As I made final adjustments to my own room, arranging the pillows and blankets, a mixture of nervousness and contentment settled in my heart. I knew that this night was not just about having a sleepover before going to high school; it was about finding strength in each other's presence, about forging an unbreakable bond of support as we both navigated the uncharted waters of grief.