I had no choice but to hug Soda back, he is all the comfort i really have right now. After the hug it was close to being almost dark. I faced Soda but keeping my head down. I then looked up at Soda and kiss him. " there's your kiss" I then turn around and begin to walk down the hill. I bet Soda could tell i was sad. but i tried not to show much of it. As i walked away Soda ran after me " Brodi...where are you going?" I reply wiping my tears,
" i just want to walk." Soda looks at me concerned. " alone?" i nod my head and continue to walk again. " brodi wait!" i turn around again and Soda had tears in his eyes. " you sure...?" I nod my head again. " Okay, but take my sweater, it gets cold." I take his sweater and say " thanks"
I then walk away walking along side the street. I look back and see Soda walking back over the hill the opposite direction. I understood why he didn't stop me, and he knew i wouldn't go home. All he could really do is just understand, and let me have space. He needed space. I then realize he didn't say his story, but then i realized i wouldn't know where he would be tomorrow. I knew he wouldn't go home either after knowing what happened.
It's been a while, it is now fully dark, and i feel the cold wind against my skin while walking the streets. I always thought of myself as tough, but tough in a differently. I always thought of myself being tough over all, but then i realized i'm just tough physically, not emotionally. I could get beat up and still be standing, but if someone breaks my heart. you better believe i would be in my grave 6 feet under.
I decide to put on Soda's jacket, it was getting cold. I never really had a safe place when it comes to running away, or getting into fights, because it never really happened. I felt so cold even with the jacket on. i could just imagine Soda roaming the streets freezing to death. At that time i felt selfish, but also thought the wrong he did to me.
I finally reach a dead end and decide to sleep against a wall. It was really cold, but i couldn't fall asleep. There was so much on my mind. I rub my eyes a couple of times during the night to stay p, there is no use going to sleep. Feeling so cold made me think a lot , too much. I couldn't take much more.
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FanfictionWhen Dally died he left a box for his sister Brodi. She isn't allowed to open it until August 22 nd 1966. . Brodi feels like there is more to Dally's death then already told. There was a reason why he left that box on his bed that night he died. . T...
