Sodas POV
I finally found Y/n a beautiful bouquet of roses. Her favorite. I even wrote a little note for her. But when I came into her hospital room she was asleep again. The gang crowded around her. I walk over and sit on the edge of her bed.
"What happened? I thought you said she was awake." I place the bouquet on the side table.
"We told her about Johnny." Is all Steve says. "She freaked out and had to be put back to sleep."
Johnny had a severe concussion and was unconscious, they had no idea if he was getting any better. We didn't know either.
"We should be heading out now. Ponyboy you got school tomorrow." Darry stands up and stretches.
The gang gathers up their stuff and heads for the door.
"You coming Pepsi-cola?" Darry lays a hand on my shoulder.
"Be out in minute." I smile softly. He nods and walks out the door. The nurse follows behind them shutting the door behind her with a kind smile.
I watch the slow rise and heavy fall of her chest. Sweat beaded her forehead.
"Even drugged and beat up you still manage to look beautiful." I chuckle quietly.
I take her hand in mine. It was oddly cold in my warm hands.
"I really miss you." I look down. "Like more then I should."
I wait for a response but of course there isn't one.
What the hell are you doing. She doesn't love you.
Stop.
She never did.
Leave me alone.
You're not good enough for her.
I felt tears sting my eyes.
Try to deny it.
I wipe them away before they can fall.
"It's okay." I press a kiss against her forehead and brush back some fallen pieces of hair.
"I know someday I'm gonna be with you."
A/n
Didn't really know what to write about tonight. But its gonna get better I promise. Anyone know what some I referenced there ;))
~Stay Gold bitches
YOU ARE READING
With All My Heart || Sodapop Curtis x Reader
RomanceLike you're stuck underwater, slowly drowning. While everyone else around you is breathing. That my dearest Y/n, is what depression is like. •MATURE CONTENT• Language Sexuality Depression
