Flowers & Cigarettes: Outsiders One-Shots

So It Goes... (Dally)

The night draped itself over the city like a velvet curtain, casting shadows that danced in the dimly lit streets. Dally Winston, with his tough exterior and piercing gaze, moved through the darkness with a sense of purpose. He paused by a flickering streetlight, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings until they landed on Leah, standing under the glow of a neon sign.

"Leah," Dally called out, his voice cutting through the quiet night.

Leah turned, a mix of surprise and delight in her eyes as she saw Dally approaching. Her hair, a cascade of dark waves, framed her face like a veil of mystery in the dim light. "Dally, what are you doing here?"

Dally's lips curled into a half-smirk as he reached her, his presence commanding attention. "Thought I'd see what trouble you were getting into tonight."

Leah raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "Trouble? Me? Never."

Dally chuckled, the sound deep and gravelly. "Right, and I'm the pope."

Leah laughed, the sound ringing through the night like a melody. "So, what brings you out here, tough guy?"

Dally leaned against the wall, his gaze never leaving Leah's face. "Just felt like taking a walk. Clearing my head, you know?"

Leah nodded, understanding in her expression. "It's one of those nights, huh? Mind if I join you?"

Dally shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that belied the curiosity in his eyes. "Suit yourself. But I warn you, I'm not the best company."

Leah fell into step beside him, her presence a comforting warmth in the cool night air. "I'll take my chances."

As they walked, their conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving between light-hearted banter and moments of quiet introspection. Leah had a way of seeing through Dally's tough facade, and he found himself opening up to her in ways he never thought possible.

"You know, Leah," Dally began, his tone softer than usual. "You're not like anyone I've ever met."

Leah glanced at him, her eyes searching his face for any trace of insincerity. "Is that a compliment or an insult, Dally?"

Dally smirked, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Take it however you want. But you're different, and I mean that in the best way possible."

Leah smiled, a genuine warmth in her expression. "You're not so bad yourself, tough guy."

As they continued their stroll through the night, their words carried weight and meaning, each conversation a step closer to understanding the complexities of their souls.

"Sometimes, I feel like the world is spinning too fast," Dally confessed, his voice a whisper against the backdrop of the city's symphony.

Leah nodded, her gaze thoughtful. "It's like that sometimes. But we're here, navigating through it together."

Dally fell silent, his thoughts drifting to the unspoken understanding between them. The night seemed to stretch on, the world around them fading into the background as they shared moments of quiet understanding.

"I never thought I'd find someone who gets it," Dally admitted, his gaze fixed on Leah's face.

Leah met his gaze, her eyes reflecting the shimmering lights of the city. "You're not alone, Dally. We're all trying to figure it out, one day at a time."

Dally nodded, a sense of acceptance settling over him like a comforting blanket. "Thanks, Leah. For being here."

Leah smiled, a softness in her eyes that matched the gentleness in her voice. "Anytime, tough guy. That's what friends are for."

As they walked on, their footsteps echoing in the quiet night, Dally and Leah felt a connection that transcended words. It was a bond forged in the raw honesty of late-night conversations, where whispers carried the weight of secrets shared and understood, and the night held the promise of endless possibilities.