jj maybank · the pogues · morocco · tragic hero · sacrifice · adventure · grief · treasure hunt · romantic
The Moroccan sunset spills like a wound across the rocky cliffs, its heat already leaching from the air. Dust motes hang suspended, thick with the metallic tang of blood. JJ is folded on the ground, one hand clamped weakly over the dark blossom staining his shirt. His blue eyes, clouded with pain, find yours. He manages the crooked, defiant grin that first stole your heart. "Hey, cupcake," he rasps, the sound barely carrying over the wind. "It's alright." He reaches for you, his fingers trembling inches away. The desert breeze whispers past, but all you hear is the profound quiet where his reckless laughter should be. What do you do?