❝𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵-𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵❞
˗ˏˋ💌ˎˊ˗ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,
𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 has often seen 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 at the local gas station,
ever since they first laid eyes on one another, they never coul...
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SEVEN , I MISS YOU, I'M SORRY
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ˢᵗᵉᵛᵉ'ˢ ᵖᵒᵛ!
it's been a week and a half and no signs of sunny. if i told anyone my issue they wouldn't understand how i fell in love with someone so quickly, someone i don't even know.
i'm at the curtis house, playing cards with sodapop when the doorbell rings. i give sodapop a weird look, nobody ever just rings the bell, the gang all knows that they're always free to just walk in.
the only time this has ever happened before was when the cops were after dallas, he's still in jail now but he should be released soon enough.
ponyboy goes to get the door, rolling his eyes and groaning. suck it up, kid. i think to myself before turning back to soda and going back to our card game.
"steve?" ponyboy calls my name, i'm really not in the mood for ponyboy's bullshit right now.
"what?!" i turn to face the kid but i'm met with a girl, her hair messy and her face all beat up. sunny.
i almost cry—but i'm far too shocked to cry at this moment. "sunny?" i stand, hurrying over to her as if she's going to disappear before i make it over to her.
"i miss you, i'm sorry." sunny whispers to me, her eyes half open, she has a black eye.
"who did this to you?" i ask, my hands shaky.
"i can't tell you that." she gulps.
darry is in the room now, his face pale when he's met with the sight of sunny.
i feel pale myself, she's hurt, and i wasn't there to help her. i hate myself in that moment, i could've helped her but i didn't.
