Sodapop Imagines

BOOM

I sat in the corner balled up. Crying. Hating the world. Just wanting it to end. Be over with. Soda was in Vietnam and I new he was hurt. Or worse. He stopped writing to me a month ago. He had to be gone.
Flashbacks of us replayed in my head. I could see him smiling and laughing. I couldn't bare the thought of him scared and alone.
The phone began to ring. I didn't want to answer. They kept calling. I finally got up out of my corner and answered
"Hello?" I said through a sob
"Hey (y/n)?"
"Yeah"
"It's pony. I need you to go outside. I got you something"
"Pony I can't right now"
"Please (y/n)"
"I got to go" I hung up the phone
He kept calling but I wouldn't answer. I just sat in my corner. Crying.
The front door slowly opened. I looked up to see the only bright light in the house. It was soda. His face was dirty and he was still wearing his army suit. He was holding his suitcase and some flowers. I got up as fast as I could and ran to him. I jumped onto him and he caught me.
"Soda" i cried
"Its okay now (y/n) I'm home"
"My mind just scares me sometimes"
"It's okay. We got through this. Im back. You Can't do anything to yourself with me here"
We talked never letting go of each other. He held me there for a while. I finally got off because I felt bad.
I grabbed his hand and smiled. "I love you soda"
"I love you too" he said. We just smiled at each other before he pulled me in for another hug
"I'll look after you" he said "I got you" he kissed the top of my head.