Ever since Johnny and Dally died, Y/n has changed completely, and I can't blame her. Losing her brother, Dallas, and her boyfriend, Johnny, on the same day would shatter anyone. She saw Johnny get trapped in that fire, helpless, as Dallas pulled him out. Then, at the hospital after the rumble, she was there when Johnny died. Just minutes later, she witnessed Dallas get shot.
Darry took her in after all that happened. She lives with us now, in our parents' old room. She hardly ever smiles anymore. The weight of losing both of them has left a huge impact on her, something none of us can truly understand.
She keeps one of Dallas's brown jackets and wears his St. Christopher necklace every day. Sometimes, I can hear her faint cries at night. It's heartbreaking. She used to be so full of life, always bringing energy to the gang. Now, she's just a shadow of who she was.
The house feels different with her here—quieter, more somber. We all try our best to help her, especially Darry. He treats her like family, giving her the support she needs. But the pain she carries is something that goes beyond what any of us can reach. She's been through so much, and it's left a mark on her that might never fade.
