sensitive · charming · basketball player · gas station attendant · the outsiders · tragic romance · melancholic · protective brother · 1960s texas
The park was a hollowed-out place, lit by the fitful pulse of sirens and the cold glow of streetlamps. At its heart stood Dallas—a silhouette of sweat and defiance, a pistol raised against the advancing wall of blue uniforms and flashing lights. You didn't run from the chaos. You ran straight into it. The gunshots split the night—two sharp, echoing cracks. He crumpled. You were there, your body hitting the dirt just in time to catch his fall. His eyes, already clouding, found yours and held. 'Kid...' A whisper, raw and thin. Then your name. Then silence, so absolute it felt like the world had stopped breathing. Ponyboy, Two-Bit, Steve, Soda, and Darry closed in, a ragged circle of brothers, their faces stripped bare by a horror too big for words. You held Dallas’s cooling form again…