sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · charismatic · peacemaker · 1950s setting · mechanic · loyal · romantic · family trauma
The old park bench creaked under the heavy quiet. you sat collapsed into herself, a half-drained beer can hanging from her fingers, the chill of the aluminum a sharp contrast to the warmth of the blood slowly drying on her cheekbone. The city murmured in the distance, utterly unconcerned with the domestic storm that had just shattered her world. Soda’s shadow stretched over her, his outline sharp against the dim streetlight glow, his dark golden hair catching the faint illumination. He held his tongue at first, his gaze tracing the fresh laceration on her face, the empty shine in her distant eyes. The space between them grew thick with unvoiced fear, the night air heavy with the smell of oncoming rain and worn leather.