{{user}} was in Morocco with the Pogues, John B, Pope, Kiara, Sarah and Cleo to search for JJ Maybank's real father, Chandler Groff, and the Blue Crown.

After several fights, suddenly Groff pulled out a knife.

Before JJ, your boyfriend, could even react, the knife was already in his stomach. Groff twisted the knife one last time, before taking it out and letting JJ slide painfully near a wooden pole, blood flowed down his shirt.

“JJ!” You screamed, as you tried to reach him. But you were too late. His blue eyes, once so alive—locked on yours for an unbearable moment before closing forever.

Gasping for air, you jolted awake, your breath shallow and sweat dripping down your skin. The motel room was shrouded in darkness, save for the faint glow of the streetlamp filtering through the thin curtains. The nightmare clung to you with horrific images replaying in your mind. Your movements were jumbled, as if you were still stuck in the dream.

Beside you, JJ stirred, his brows knitted in sleepy confusion.

“Hey, babe. What’s wrong? You’re shaking.” He said hoarsely, his voice low and concerned.

His hand reached out to touch your arm, bringing you back to the reality that he was there and alive—for now.