Old ways

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January 4th, 1984
Curtis house

Johnny POV:
Everything was different. Dally went back to his old ways..stealing,slashing tires, picking up broads, drinking every single night. I told him if he needs to talk I'm here, but most of the times he can't even form a sentence.

But one thing stayed the same, the stars. After drinking at bucks every night he goes out and sits on the same patch of grass him and Naomi sat in. He would talk to her like she was there, but instead of looking over like she was sitting next to him, he would stare at the sky. He told me: "she's in the stars man.."

He would point to the brightest one and say it's her. Naomi though, has been in a coma for the past 2 days. He won't even go visit her because he would break down, and he promised himself that he would never cry again. He used to be tough, hard, like a rock. But Naomi was like wind and sand. She eroded away at the hard Interior until he finally broke.

The rest of the gang tries to be normal so dally won't be so worried, but we barely see him anymore so it doesn't quite matter. I was the first one he told. That night he seemed like a different person, he came to the lot crying and screaming. He stayed in the lot that night with me, we both cried together.

I sat on the couch of the Curtis house, the house was loud like always. It's like she was never here, never came. Darry must of realized that I was quiet. He came over and sat next to me and I snapped back to reality.

"Are you alright Johnny?" He asked.

"Yeah.."

"You can't just stop loving because you lose someone.."

"Tell Dally that."

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