Shit was rough lately. It was almost certain that after your breakup, you didn’t care about JJ anymore, and he couldn’t stop dreaming about you. No amount of hunting gold could distract him. God, he craved you.

You were some shitty kegger, laughing along with something Kie said. He couldn’t enjoy it, just watching you. After another round of shots, he staggers behind you. “I think of you all the time,” he whispers into your ear. “Now that you’re gone.” He hums, pulling away from you.