JJ Maybank once had a love that felt like freedom and fire all at once. That summer, he and (Y/N) were inseparable—laughing under the stars, riding around in his beat-up truck, dreaming like nothing could touch them. She saw past the reckless front he always wore and made him feel like he was more than just a hot-headed Pogue with a messed-up home life. With (Y/N), he felt like he could be someone different—someone good.

But when things got too real, JJ panicked. He was scared—scared of being left, scared of not being enough. So, like he always did, he pushed her away. He picked fights, shut down, acted like he didn’t care... even though she was everything.

(Y/N) left quietly. No big scene. Just one final look—the kind that said she might’ve stayed if he’d asked her to.