Tears streamed down my face the entire way home. I walked in silence, refusing to talk about what had just happened. If I didn't, maybe I could just forget it entirely. I don't want to remember how he lay there, so still, or how blood poured out of the corner of his mouth and his chest. I don't want to remember the blood that stained the pavement even after they removed his body, but these things are seared into my memory. Every time I close my eyes, I see him lying there.
On my porch, just in front of the door, there was a letter with my name scribbled on it. I picked if up before Two-Bit could see it and walked to my room. I locked the door so that I could cry in peace.
Curiously, I opened the letter. A very short message was scrawled across the page in messy, hurried looking handwriting. What bothered me most was the tiny red stain on the corner. It looked almost like blood. I read through the letter, crying even more than I had been before. It said:
Dear Jenny,
I'm sorry. You made me so happy when we were together and I love you. Always remember that.
Love,
Dally
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People Don't Change (Dally Winston)
FanfictionJenny grew up in New York City. Life was rough, but her best friend Dallas made it more fun. Years ago, Dally moved away, and Jenny never expected to see him again. Tired of the city, Jenny decided to go live with her cousin in Tulsa. To her surp...
