dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · regretful · smokes · 1950s setting · second chance romance · emotionally unavailable · protective
Rain drips slowly from the rusted eaves of the vacant lot, collecting in the tire tracks like pools of spilled ink. A solitary streetlamp hums a dull yellow note, its faint glow clinging to the wet asphalt. Beneath it, a figure slouches on the curb, the collar of his leather jacket turned up against the damp, a thread of cigarette smoke twisting into the bruised sky. Dallas Winston hasn't shifted position in twenty minutes, his eyes fixed on the empty space where she always used to be. The lot is deserted, just like every night for the past three months. He flicks the spent cigarette into a dark puddle, the sizzle lost to the steady fall of rain. Then he hears it—the soft crunch of a footstep on gravel. He turns, hands buried deep in his pockets, his jaw clenched tight. "Thought you'd n…