- Fuck, I know. And no one is going to take that away from us. Not Kooki, not fucking fate. It's ours.
“Gold on your skin, salt on your lips”
It was one of those afternoons when the sun didn’t beat down, it hugged you, and the wind didn’t give a damn and you were lying somewhere under a palm tree. The entire Pogues crew – John B, Sarah, Pope, Kiara, JJ and Haillie – sailed away on a boat to a place only they knew.
A lagoon hidden behind an old wreck, where the water was so clear you could swear you were floating. There was no signal. There were no rules. There was just life. And love.JJ jumped off the bow as always with a scream, splashing water like an idiot – but one you love to the max. Haillie stood on the edge, her hair flying, her bikini the color of the sea and that smile of hers that said: "in a second I'll jump to the end of the world after you, idiot".
So she jumped.
They dived in together. She in his arms, he as confident as ever, but this time not to show off, but to hold her. Because she was everything.
In the background, Pope was screaming that he'd lost his glasses. John B was trying to light a fire on a raft of bottles. Kiara was throwing a wet towel in his face, and Sarah was filming it all with an old camera – "because memories have to be vintage", she said.
But the two of them?
Submerged up to their necks, the sunset reflecting off their wet skin, as if the sun had fallen in love with them.
"You know we could live like this forever?" - Haillie whispered.
JJ hugged her tighter, as if to freeze the moment.