Jovi Winchester never had a easy life, especially being born into a world of hunting. But her life got flipped upside down when her dad dies once again but this time comes back as a demon and he's nothing but trouble for society.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆...
𝑱𝒐𝒗𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔-𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 floor of her room, the soft hum of an old record playing in the background. She stared at the box of things she'd finally gathered from her time with Blake —photos, notes, little trinkets she couldn't bring herself to throw out yet. It was like staring at a ghost of herself, someone who felt so distant she wasn't even sure if she'd recognize her anymore.
She ran a finger over the edge of a folded napkin from their first date, Blake's scrawled handwriting still visible on it. 'Jovi, second date rematch?' it read, in a crooked, messy script. A part of her wanted to laugh at how dramatic it seemed now. Another part of her wanted to cry.
Jovi let out a shaky breath, her chest tightening. She wanted to hate him for what he'd done, for the way he'd shattered her trust and humiliated her. But the anger had faded, leaving behind a dull ache that felt heavier than rage ever could.
She missed him. Or maybe she missed the version of him she'd fallen in love with. The boy who made her feel seen, who made her believe in the kind of love that didn't hurt. But that boy wasn't real — not anymore. And maybe he never had been.
She leaned back against her bed frame, staring up at the ceiling as her thoughts spiraled. She wasn't just mourning Blake; she was mourning the part of herself she'd lost along the way.
She used to know who she was. The girl who cracked jokes at the wrong time, the girl who could light up a room without even trying. The girl who never let anyone dull her shine. Now, every glance in the mirror felt like seeing a stranger. Her edges had softened, her spark dimmed. The Jovi who once laughed too loud and lived too boldly had been replaced by someone quieter, someone unsure. She hated that she'd let him take that from her, even if he hadn't meant to.
But now, sitting in the aftermath of everything, Jovi felt like she was standing in the rubble of who she used to be, trying to piece herself back together without even knowing where to start.
It wasn't just the breakup. It was what came with it — the questioning, the self-doubt, the way she'd let someone else's treatment of her shape the way she saw herself. Blake had left cracks in her confidence, ones she hadn't realized were there until it was too late.
