“It’s just gonna be like falling asleep, right?” (Y/N) sniffles from my lap, head resting on my shoulder.
“Yeah.” I manage to say. “But a lot better. You’re gonna be happy forever.” I say quietly.
The doctors couldn’t do anything もっと見る for her. They told me to take her home, she’d be もっと見る comfortable that way.
“I’m gonna miss you.” She whispers.
“Not as much as I’m going to miss you,” I say, hand brushing through her hair.
We were sitting on the back porch, just as the sun was setting.
“I’ll wait for you, あなた know.” She says, managing to smile.
I smile back down at her. “I know. It’s gonna be one hell of a party up there.”
“We can watch sunsets across the world,” she says.
“Yeah.” I say.
She starts to doze off.
“Wait!” I say loudly. Her eyes flash open. “I 愛 あなた so much. あなた have no idea how much I’m going to miss you.” I hold her tighter. “I’m going to be fine though. I promise. And I can’t wait to see you. I know you’re good hands… And I just 愛 あなた (Y/N).” The silent tears just flow.
She pulls me in for one last passionate kiss.
“I 愛 あなた too.” She whispers.
We sit for a few minutes. She dozes off, this time I don’t say anything.
This is the last time I’d hold her with her ハート, 心 beating.
The Outsiders is all about two gangs.The greasers and the socs.In the book the greasers are located on the east side of town and the socs are located on the south side of town.Some of the greasers are Ponyboy,Johnny,Dally,Darry,Steve,Sodapop,and Kieth(aka Two-Bit).Some of the socs names are Randy,Bob,and Cherry.Even though some of us don't like them I still have to put them in.It is a really good movie and book.this book has happy parts and sad parts,but,we all just have to get through it together.Like when Johnny kills Bob.Thats a happy part.the sad parts are when Johnny and Dally die.well that is all about the outsiders to learn もっと見る read the book and watch the movie.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did あなた and Mom meet?” The 12 年 old asked.
“I bet it was an epic 愛 story.” Eight 年 old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when あなた met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like あなた a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of ビール I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the キャップ off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the ウォール from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Danny’s football. It used to be Danny’s football. Now it’s just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didn’t wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)’s old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But that’s not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I 愛 with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I 愛 you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I 愛 あなた too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will あなた marry me?”
