ponyboy, i asked the nurse to give te this book so te 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 più than mine, they have più to live for. some of their parents came da 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 te 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, te still have alot of time to make yourself be what te want. theres still alot of odd good in the world. tell dally i dont think he noes. your buddy, Johnny
te started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” te thought. But he couldn’t. te used to be best friends.
te walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that te sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” te laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
te smile at him. He runs toward te a scoops te up into a big orso hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set te down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed te too.” te squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn te were like, nine the last time we saw you? ciao Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And te locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“Dad, why does Gesù have a scary beard?” My eight anno 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 anno 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 da now.
(Y/N) was at home, on letto rest. Ella o Robert could be born any giorno now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.