finally finished the doubt comes in scene to the ending of the hadestown au and i'm actually ugly crying, like full-on sobbing. so have a preview!
Ponyboy trudged mindlessly down the path. Glory, was he tired. Was this how tired Johnny had been? If so, Ponyboy didn’t blame him for wanting to lie down forever.
This walk felt different. The way there, he knew what he was walking to. Who he was walking to. This way he wasn’t even sure if…
He couldn’t think like that. Johnny was there. He had to be.
I lie to myself all the time, but I never believe me….
No, that wasn’t what was happening. Johnny was behind him. Johnny was there. Johnny….
Ponyboy listened intently. He heard something, but he wasn’t sure if it was Johnny’s steps. It sure didn’t sound like footsteps. It sounded like wind, whistling down an empty road, hitting a stranger, walking home alone.
As he walked, his legs aching more and more, he quietly sang to himself, singing the melody that was bringing Johnny home. He was bringing Johnny home.
I lie to myself all the time, but I never believe me….
Who was he to think that Johnny would follow him back? Why would Johnny walk back to where he had escaped in the first place?
Where are you, Johnnycake?
Johnny kept walking, the sight of Ponyboy the only thing keeping him going. They were going home. He grinned in spite of himself. He hadn’t felt this happy and alive since when he and Pony had first met.
C’mon Pony, he thought, noticing the tremble in his hands, the way his shoulders folded in on themselves. I’m here. We’re all here. C’mon, stay gold, Pone, we’re almost there.
Ponyboy kept walking. He kept walking. He almost didn’t remember anything before that road. Maybe he’d always been walking this road. Maybe there was nothing else. Just a road to hell with no beginning or end and no Johnny.
Johnny was here. He was taking Johnny home…
I lie to myself all the time, but I never believe me….
Who was he against all them Socs? They were cleverer than him, more ruthless than him, they had nothing to lose. Why would they let him win? Why would they just let Johnny go?
Why wouldn’t this be a trap? Why wouldn’t they just lie and make him go home, defeated?
Ponyboy used to be able to see how the world could be, but now all he could see was the way it was. He’d used to be golden, but nothing gold could stay…
He kept singing. He still had his song. Johnny was coming….
Johnny could’ve sobbed with relief when he saw the light approaching. They were almost there. They were almost there.
C’mon Pony, just keep walking, I’m here. You were golden, Pony, are you still gold? Have faith, stay gold.
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