ponyboy, i asked the nurse to give tu this book so tu could finish it. the doctor came in a while ago, but i already new it anyway. i keep getting tired and tired. listen, i dont mind dying now it was worth it, it was worth saving those little kids, their lives are worth más than mine, they have más to live for. some of their parents came por to think me and it was worth it. tell dally it was worth it. im just gona miss u guys and iv been thinking about it. that poem, the guy that wrote it. he ment your oro when your a kid, like green, when your a kid everything is new, dawn, its just, when just u get used to every thing its day. like the way tu dig sunsets pony, thats gold. keep it that way, its a good way to be. i want u to tell dally to look at one. he'll probly think your crazy but ask for me. i dont think hes ever really seen a sunset. and dont be bugged over being a greaser, tu still have alot of time to make yourself be what tu want. theres still alot of odd good in the world. tell dally i dont think he noes. your buddy, Johnny
tu started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” tu thought. But he couldn’t. tu used to be best friends.
tu walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that tu sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” tu laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
tu smile at him. He runs toward tu a scoops tu up into a big oso, oso de hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set tu down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed tu too.” tu squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn tu were like, nine the last time we saw you? hola Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And tu locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“Dad, why does jesús have a scary beard?” My eight año old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve año old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep por now.
(Y/N) was at home, on cama rest. Ella o Robert could be born any día now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.