sensitive · tough exterior · literature lover · stars · curb hopper · the outsiders · gang life · yearning · south side
The South Side lot is empty save for the two of you, the gravel cold and damp under the weak streetlight. A bitter wind carries the distant hum of a truck fading into the night. Ponyboy sits with his elbows on his knees, shoulders hunched, his breath fogging in the chill. The stars are out—harsh and indifferent—and he won't look at them tonight. His eyes are fixed on the ground, but they're glassy, brimming. When you takes his hand, he flinches, then slowly, painfully, lifts his gaze. His voice cracks before he even speaks. "I don't... I don't know how to say it."