You played with the blades of grass trying anything to avoid looking at Soda.
Evie and Steve saw you with Tim, he said.
"Why couldn't you just tell me," he pleaded. You didn't need to look at his eyes to know he was crying. You heard it in the break of his voice.
"Tell you what?" You were trying to play dumb, but you knew that he knew, that they all did.
"Don't play dumb. Why couldn't you just tell me that you don't love me anymore," his voice was somber, cracking and barely above a whisper.
You looked up, capturing his eyes and seeing the tears, making new ones form in yours. You avoided the question all together. Keeping your gaze in the grass in between your fingers.
He sighed, defeated, "I still love you, I hope you know that and I wish you nothing but happiness. I just wish it could have been with me, but things don't always work out how they should I s'pose."
You watched him as he lifted himself up and walked away, taking your heart with him. How you could have been so blind, you would never understand. The one person that truly cared and loved you through thick and thin, you threw away for a fun fling with someone who was even more cold, heartless and rough than Dally.
You hated yourself, you always assured him that you'd never be like Sandy, yet there you were, breaking his heart just like she had done long ago.
You stay there and wondered just if there would ever be a way to make this up and maybe try again. You wouldn't blame him if he shut you out, you deserved it.
You know what they say: when it rains, it pours.
And this storm was all your own doing.
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The Outsiders Imagines
Fanfiction"They grew up on the outside of society. They weren't looking for a fight. They were looking to belong."
