Broken ||A Sodapop Curtis Love Story||

Chapter 3

Emily's POV:
He's dead. He's gone. Soda's gone. The man that I was going to marry... Gone forever. Nothing was safe and secure anymore, my future was unclear. It breaks my heart, and looking at pictures of him, us, makes me feel even worse. I have one in my hands right now of him and I, he's standing behind me with his strong, safe, secure, arms around me and his handsome face peeking over my shoulder. I'm smiling a lot, and you can tell it was one of those rare times that I was truly happy.

"You ready to go?" Two-Bit asks, peeking into my room. He's wearing a suit jacket, and dress pants. He never dresses up, and it's just a harsh reminder that the love of my life is gone.

"Yeah, hold on one second," I say, putting down the picture of Sodapop and I. Smoothing down my long black dress and running through my hair one last time, I get up, ready to face reality and go to the funeral. We drive in silence to the Curtis house, where we pick up Ponyboy, Darry and Steve. Darry has that helpless look on his face that we all know well. He can't take this. Soda was his baby brother, his best friend, the one person that he really cared about. As much as he loves Pony, they'd never be able to get along without Soda. Steve had a sad, stunned look, like he still didn't believe his best friend was gone. And Ponyboy? He was crying, and he couldn't stop. The poor kid, I have to feel bad for, it was his big brother. We all miss him more than anything. But breaking me out of my thoughts again is Darry.

"We can take my truck, Two. If you want. It has more room." He nods, and we all get in there. Darry in the drivers seat, Steve and Pony also in the front, leaving me and Two-Bit alone in the back. His muscular arms engulf me, trying to calm me down. I may not be crying, but he could tell how upset I am.

"It'll be ok, Emmi. Just breathe. You'll get through it. We all will," He whispers in my ear, and it calms me more than anything else. I start to fall asleep in my big brothers arms when we're jolted forward. I hear the screams from the front seat clearly, but can barely hear myself.

"TWO-BIT?! Two? Keith?" I yelled, freaking out. I was in tears again, and confused about what had just happened. I couldn't find my brother or our friends, and soon, everything was dark.

A little while later, I wake up, sobbing. The sun is shining, making me realize that everything is ok. Soda left for Vietnam this morning, but he's safe, at least for now.

"Please, let Soda be safe," I whisper to myself.

I need him. I need him to come back, to survive, to be mine. I love him and won't be able to live without him." I don't know who I'm talking to, it could be just me, maybe God, or his parents, or even Sodapop himself, in hopes that he'll somehow hear it and know I'm here and that I miss him. I would literally die without him, I just know it. But I don't have much time to think about it before Two-Bit comes in.

"Hey," My brother whispers peeking into my room. He sits on the bed next to me and wipes the tears that continue to fall down my face.

"I miss him so much," I whisper. He nods in understandment.

"I know, Em. We all do. Just breathe. You'll get through it. We all will," He says. Just like in my dream. Only this time, I believe him. I know that we really can get through this, and Soda will come back. That's all I need to comfort me, at least for today.

A/N: Just a quick filler chapter because I have a ton of imagines to write and I need to update Mean Socs soon! I haven't updated in forever, so check it out now if you haven't already because a new chapter will be up within the next few days! By the way, did the beginning scare you? Did you think Soda was really dead?