"P-ponyboy?" Your voice trembled with the tears pouring out of your eyes.
"Maribeth, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice urgent with worry.
You wiped the tears with the back of your hand and spoke in to the phone again. "I'm- W-we're moving, Pony, to California," you stammered. It hurt even more now that you actually had to tell him.
He didn't say anything for a while. The only way you could tell he was still on the phone was that you could hear his breathing.
"Pony?" you whimpered, the tears welling up again at the thought of him right now.
"When are you moving?" he finally spoke up, his voice straining from trying to hide the pain.
You sniffled. "I think in a couple weeks. Pony, I'm gonna miss you too much. I don't want to leave."
"Maribeth, I'm going to miss you too," he replied softly. "I think that since you're moving, maybe we should think about splitting up. I know you're gonna meet a bunch nice guys in California, and I don't wanna be what keeps you held back."
You were struck by what he had said. Your tears just multiplied. "No, that's not what I want, Pony! I can't lose my home and you. You'd never hold me back," you sobbed.
When he spoke again, you could tell that he had begun to cry. "Okay. I know, I know. Just... If you ever feel like you need to move on, tell me. I will understand."
You promised, but you knew you would never have to do that because you loved Ponyboy more than anything else.
Sure enough, 8 years later, you walked down the aisle in your flowing white dress and veil towards your groom, Ponyboy.
You never did have to tell him you moved on because you never could. For a few years, until you were 18, you both wrote letters back and forth. When you turned 18, you moved back to Tulsa to be with Pony, and now it was the day that would make you Mrs. Ponyboy Curtis. All because you refused to let go of him.
That was really sad at the beginning, so I decided to make it a happy ending.
This was the last requested imagine guys!!! I will not be taking anymore requests, but I will put up a part where I have a list of the guys and you guys have a couple days to vote on who you want me to write an imagine about. I will do the one w the most votes first, least votes last. M'kay.
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