Standing in mine and Soda's bedroom, I walked over to my desk on my side of the bed.
I picked up the book that I have had on my desk for months.
Gone With The Wind by Margaret Mitchell.
I never actually brought myself to finishing this book.
I pulled the letter written on yellow paper out of the book. The letter that Johnny left me before he died.
I read over the note for the first time in a while, because it always just felt too hard to look at again.
As I read the words that my best friend had written to me, tears filled my eyes.
Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That's gold. Keep it that way, it's a good way to be. Tell Dally to go look at one, I don't think he's ever seen a sunset. There's still lots of good in the world. Tell Dally, I don't think he knows.
-Your Buddy Johnny
I could still remember everything about Johnny. His dark, greasy hair.
His eyes that hid so much pain.
The scar on his face from the time he got jumped by a Soc.
How much he had admired my love for sunsets.
He was the best friend I ever could have asked for.
As I remembered every detail about Johnny, I started to realize how much his death has changed my life.
I'd lost my parents, which changed me as a person forever. But losing Johnny, and even losing Dally, made me feel like I had lost everything.
But I didn't. I still have so much.
I still have Soda. And I still have Darry, even though we struggle to get along, he's still my big brother. I have Two-Bit, and even Steve.
Why has this impacted my life so much to a point where I've almost lost myself completely?
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Golden Days // The Outsiders
Fanfiction{Takes place six months after The Outsiders. Set in January of 1966} - Ponyboy Curtis had dealt with death a lot in his life, but it all suddenly began having an affect on him, his life, and the people around him. (A little bit of Pony-Bit as well :...
