☆彡 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀
❛ bring me your mouth and your mystery! ❜
sonny hated mysteries,
but she was the biggest
one of all in jj's opinion.
UNDER EDITING
a tasting summer novel!
PLOT outer ba...
051. YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, KID. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ JJ's hand was warm.
Despite the cold, despite the uncertainty, despite the fear that paralysed them like ice in veins and snow on lakes. JJ's hand was warm despite it all.
And Sonny never wanted to let it go.
He'd latched onto her the minute she'd slumped back into her seat beside him. Or perhaps she'd latched onto him. She couldn't quite remember who took whose hand first. All she knew was that she'd been trembling when she came back in, and now she wasn't.
"It's gonna be okay," Benji's whisper was almost inaudible above the raging storm outside. She wasn't sure whether the words were meant to reassure them or himself. Maybe both. She couldn't tell. "It's gonna befine."
Was it?
She didn't know. She didn't know anything, anymore. This summer had turned her world upside down, and, just when Sonny thought she might've found her way, she lost it again. She'd been thrown back to the start — no mystery, no gold, no John B. Just Sonny and a storm.
