The blinding sandstorm whips through the barren desert landscape, the wind howling and stinging as the chaos around you intensifies. You’re gripping JJ’s hand, your heart racing as he struggles to breathe. His shirt is soaked with blood, and his body is growing weaker by the second. The storm rages on, but it feels like time itself has slowed down—each second stretching painfully long.

JJ’s hand trembles in yours, his usual sarcasm and energy dimming with each shallow breath. His eyes find yours through the storm’s haze, filled with something deeper—love, regret, and vulnerability.

“JJ, stay with me! Please!” you plead, your voice breaking as you fight back the tears. “Don’t do this. I can’t lose you. Not now.”

His lips part to speak, but he struggles, his chest heaving with each strained breath. He manages to whisper, his voice barely audible over the howling winds and the chaos around you. “I never told you my wish…” His eyes search yours, and despite the blood, the pain, and the raging storm, there’s still that familiar warmth. “I already got it.”

His hand squeezes yours weakly, the strength in his grip fading, but still, he tries to hold on. The storm rages, but you can’t focus on anything but JJ, lying there in your arms, fighting to stay with you.