captiva island - not only stevie’s not home, but a literal refuge. with the unmentionable things stevie had done in their life, there were bound to be enemies. stevie had several of them, and last they had heard, the pack of enemies still harboured small grudges against her. the small. mostly anonymous captiva island seemed like the best place for her to start over. there were many opportunities to reinvent herself, and there was no pressure for her to explain her past to anyone in detail, and had mostly stuck with saying she liked moving around, paying no mention to the very troubled past she had dealt. with that being said, stevie didn’t expect to see anyone from her past in captiva island. it felt to random, really, for anyone she knew to come to the island. stevie’s luck had come to an end, and on a random balmy afternoon in a small cafe, a ghost from their past had walked in. winston leon, the last person she had expected to see. stevie had felt frozen, not knowing what to say or do when they saw winston. a small smile and a fumbled greeting was tossed his way before she bolted out of the shop. stevie had figured she could avoid him for a while, and besides, he never stayed in one place for long. maybe, if she was lucky, winston would be gone by the next morning. she was optimistic until he came into the bar she worked at. when she was taking her smoke break at the park instead of the alley behind the bar. at the liquor store. he was everywhere, and for someone who thought winston was really dead, she was confused and scared. a sinking feeling had developed the friday she had first seen him, and it had just grown with every time they had seen each other after that.
it’s been about a week and a half, she thinks, since she’d first seen him on the island. winston had requested they meet on a quiet part of the beach. this screamed trouble to stevie. as much as he claimed the talk was for closure, stevie knows what he’s capable of. stevie had seen him murder his enemies in cold blood and laugh about it hours later. a year and a half was a lot to turn their mutual understanding into blinding hatred, especially after what stevie had done to him. stevie wants to bring a knife, a gun, something to this meeting. but there’s a big part of her that tells her not to, to trust winston. stevie trusts that part, but wears a couple of heavy rings so that if she does need to defend herself, the rings will add some weight. as stevie penny boards over the beach, giving her time to think. she’s nervous, really nervous. the weather is almost too beautiful to be the backdrop to the conversation that’s about to take place, stevie thinks.
stevie’s anxiety grows as they get closer to the beach, deciding to pick up her board and walk across the sand so the walk takes a little longer. stevie’s an anxious fidgeter, moving between playing with their rings, the ends of their short pink hair, and spinning the wheels on the board with her fingers. and as stevie walks, she realizes that she seems to know where winston is without even seeing him. it’s like she’s almost excited to see him. winston is on the ground, and as he gets up, stevie realizes how tall he is, and how small he made them feel. not only height was, but winston was powerful, and you could tell he was just by the way he carried himself. she nods obediently, falling in step with winston, keeping her distance from him. the quiet is deafening, and stevie brings the board closer to their chest, keeping her mind from wandering. stevie looks over at winston, a quiet sigh escaping their lips. “it wasn’t my idea.” stevie starts, holding her gaze out in front of her. “it was enzo’s. i don’t know why he did it - i think you already know why, though.” she continues, pursing her lips briefly. “i was fucking terrified, okay. i didn’t want the blame to be on me so i just... ran with it. i just had to get rid of you-the body, and enzo wouldn’t frame me, and i thought i’d be free, i guess. and we really did think you were, y’know....” stevie trails off, glancing at winston, taking in his reaction. “how’d you survive it?”
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