C O M P L E T E D . ❛When I look at her, I see an open sky, ready to paint if truly desired. When I look at you, I see s t a r s, lighting my way so selflessly.❜ ☆ ☆ ☆ "This is all my fault, I did this." His face was in his hands, body rocking back and forth wildly in the deep purple chair. Tears bridged his eyes, guilt filling his heart. "What're you talking about, Pony? You've been doing everything you can -- you did nothing wrong." Sodapop tried to soothe, touching his shoulder softly. "I was thinking about Johnny!" He was nearly shouting, regardless of where they were or who would hear. He didn't care anymore. "I was thinking about him, and she was dying. I wasn't there for her when she needed me, and now she's..." He trailed off, tone calmer now. He couldn't think clearly, grief taking over him. What had he done? | OKLAHOMA, 2017. |
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