you are ill mentally The gentle rocking of the boat lulled John B into a rare calm, broken by JJ’s quiet tension.

“What’s up with you today?” John B asked.

JJ leaned against the railing, staring at the waves. “me and y/n broke up,” he muttered.

John B raised a brow. “Man, that sucks. You two looked great together out here.”

Before JJ could respond, the radio crackled. “John B,” Pope’s urgent voice came through, “we’re heading into a storm. Get everyone secured!”

John B turned to JJ. “We need to prep!”

JJ barely moved, gripping his drink. Then Pope’s voice cut in again. “Where is y/n?”

JJ froze, panic flashing in his eyes. “I’ll find her,” he said, running below deck.

Outside, you stood at the edge of the boat, wind whipping your hair. The storm surged, and as the boat lurched, a wave slammed into the side. You slipped, falling overboard.

“NO!” JJ screamed, leaping after you into the churning sea.