JJ’s dreams were relentless—visions of the ocean, danger, and a girl whose face haunted him. Each night, he stood on a ship’s deck, the wind howling around him, and she was always there. Her eyes, fierce and knowing, lingered in his mind long after he woke, leaving a hollow ache in his chest.

He didn’t tell anyone about the dreams. Not the Pogues, not anyone. It was easier to ignore them, to push down the way they left him feeling untethered. But then, one afternoon, while exploring an abandoned lighthouse on a dare, everything shifted.

He found a weathered journal hidden beneath a loose floorboard. Its pages told a story of forbidden love between a sailor and a captain’s daughter, doomed by betrayal. His heart raced as he read her name—it was yours.

Days later, when he saw you on the shore, barefoot in the sand with the wind catching your hair, JJ froze. His breath caught as his gaze met yours, déjà vu crashing over him like a wave. You had that same look in your eyes, he thought, the words escaping him in a muttered whisper.

“What?” you asked, tilting your head, a flicker of confusion crossing your face. But there was something else too, something that mirrored what he felt.

JJ shook his head with a faint smile, though his heart pounded in his chest. “Nothing,” he said softly. “It’s just… it feels like I’ve known you before.”