𝙄 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙈𝙀.
If Stella and her friends knew what they were getting into when they stumbled upon a sunken shipwreck, they probably would've brushed up on their treasure hunting skills.
season 1...
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TOO MANY FEELINGS — RUEL Didn't wanna scare you, just wanted to be near you Wanted you to hear what's in my head
THE POST-OPERATION ambulatory clinic was the most boring position the hospital's volunteering program had to offer. It was too repetitive for Stella's liking. People came in, exchanged small talk, then gave her their check-in papers so she could drop them off at the nurse's station. It was too easy, too calm, too quiet.
The recent events on the island caused a thick blanket of silence to fall over it. The Chateau was still, Figure Eight was grieving, and as Stella sat in the clinic, she found herself devoid of distraction and drowning in her thoughts.
Two days have passed since the death of Ward Cameron and since then, none of the Pogues have heard from Sarah.
Unlike her friends, Stella didn't take part in questioning Sarah's behaviour. She understood her need to escape. Watching a man blow himself up was traumatic enough for someone who wasn't his daughter, so she could only imagine how heartbroken the fair-haired Kook was.
Aside from that, John B was slowly losing his mind. Much like his girlfriend, he hadn't spoken to anyone, far too concerned about Sarah's well-being to hold a meaningful conversation. On the rare occasion that he did speak, there was an underlying tone of hostility in his voice. The boiling pot of his anger was finally bubbling over the rim, burning anyone who came too close. It was clear that he felt robbed of justice. He wanted to see Ward suffer for his crimes in prison. He wanted to watch the trial and celebrate the punishment, and most importantly, he wanted to avenge his father. He couldn't do that when Ward was dead.
It was safe to say that Stella was worried.
With a tired sigh, Stella placed her chin in the palm of her hand and rested her arm on the desk before her. Her textbooks were sprawled out in front of her and she was struggling to catch up on all of the schoolwork she had missed while she was clearing John B's name.
Off to the side, her phone screen lit up. Looking over, she huffed and rolled her eyes. Another message from her father.
In a way, her concern for John B and Sarah was a distraction in itself. With her attention focused on her friends, she spent less time thinking about her dad and the meaningless apologies and excuses he had for not being a better man. He used to send multiple messages a day since he first called her, but after threatening to block his number, they decreased in occurrence.
Stella liked to believe that she was serious about her threats, but deep down, she knew she was bluffing. Truthfully, she was scared of what he'd do if she did cut contact with him. Even though she had a restraining order against him, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't come back to the island. She never replied anyways, and she didn't want to put her mom through the stress of his presence again.
