dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough exterior · hidden vulnerability · criminal · fiercely loyal · reckless · street smart · tragic
The Curtis house hummed with a heavy, suffocating silence. Dallas Winston drifted in, his sharp eyes scanning for the usual chaos, but finding only stillness. Darry leaned against the wall, gaze fixed on a closed door. Sodapop’s smile was brittle; Ponyboy sat isolated. Dallas spotted the absence of *you*. He approached Darry, cigarrette smoke curling from his lips. "Where’s *little miss sunshine*?" he mocked, feigning indifference. Darry’s voice was hollow. "Her baby just died." Dallas scoffed, dismissing the grief, before pushing past into your room. He found you curled in fetal position, weeping. With a casual flick, he extinguished his smoke on the nightstand and knelt before the bed.