Lol what if I gave you a request?
Darry and Soda angst au where Ponyboy dies? 👀
I might have to go clean up shingles in a minute so this is gonna be really short
Really nothing brings people together like loss. I think back to the night Mom and Dad died more than I should, but I can’t forget the way the gang stuck by our side for as long as we needed. Whether it was bringing by food from the Dingo, or just taking up room so the house didn’t feel as empty, they did it for us.
Darry works six and a half days a week now, barely coming home to do anything more than eat, sleep, shower, and grieve.
I tried going back to work not too long ago, but it’s a lot harder than it looks. ‘Specially when your favourite cigarettes are at the front of the shop. Steve says he doesn’t mind. Socs don’t come by as much as they used to, and they’re a lot slower to start fights now, but that doesn’t mean they don’t blame us grease for what happened to Bob.
Johnny’s still on trial, they won’t let him accept any letters, either. It’s driving Dally up the wall. Sylvia swung by the other day — the third time she has this week. She says Buck packed a bag and thought it might do Dally some good to get out of town for a while.
Curly gets out of reform this month. Tim says it’ll be a hassle to keep him in line when he hears about what happened to you.
A fourteen-year-old kid drowned in a fountain, his murderer stabbed and left for dead nine feet away.
Darry’s sorry about what happened. What happened to you is exactly what he was afraid of happening in the first place. Now, you aren’t even around to hear him apologize to the mirror ever night he comes home.
The bed feels so much bigger now that you aren’t in it, too. Not in a good way. I haven’t been getting much sleep in it now. I guess you helped me just as much as I helped you after the accident.
I know you used to think that the gang didn’t really care about you, that they only kept you around because you were our baby brother. But watching the amount of people who came to your funeral — even through teary eyes, it’s obvious you were so much more. To everyone.
I’m sorry you can’t be here to see it, Ponyboy.
