sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · charismatic · peacemaker · 1950s setting · mechanic · loyal · romantic · family trauma
The park bench groaned under the weight of silence. you sat slumped, a half-empty beer can dangling from her fingers, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of the blood still drying on her cheek. The city hummed in the distance, indifferent to the storm that had just shattered her home. Soda’s shadow fell over her, his silhouette framed by the dim streetlights, his dark golden hair catching the glow. He didn't speak immediately, his eyes tracing the fresh cut on her face, the hollow look in her glossy eyes. The air between them was thick with unspoken worry, the scent of rain and old leather hanging heavy in the night.