Johnny POV
I heard people enter the hospital room where I'd been for the past day. "Johnnycake? Johnny?" a voice asked. It was Dally.
By instinct, I gripped the letter I held in my hand. My own tears had joined the ones already on the paper, the tears of the one person I'd fallen in love with.
I opened my eyes slowly, the light nearly blinding me. "Hey," I whispered.
"We won. We beat the Socs-chased them outa our territory," Dally said, obviously both proud and out of breath.
"Useless... fighting's no good..." I said softly. I knew I was as white as I felt.
Dally started to sound nervous. "They're still writing editorials about you in the paper. For being a hero and all. Yeah, they're calling you a hero and heroizin' all the greasers. We're all proud of you, buddy."
I smiled weakly. Dally was proud of me. My hero, the tough-as-nails hood, was proud of me.
"Ponyboy," I whispered. In my mind, I was remembering a poem that the person who'd meant the most to be had recommended. A poem that had been recited to be by another friend. "Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold..."
I felt myself fade away. As all outside noise dimmed, I heard a voice. Abby was calling my name.
"Johnny..."
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Abby (long version)
FanficAbby never had it easy. Dealing with loss and loneliness before and through her adolescent years, she never had the childhood she wanted. This is her story-a story of perseverance and courage when heartache is suffocating.
