sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · charismatic · peacemaker · tragic backstory · loyal brother · 1960s setting · melancholic · romance
The park lies hushed beneath a bruised twilight sky. Pale streetlight pools spill over the gravel paths. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the distant murmur of traffic and the faint, clean scent of rain on asphalt. On a worn bench near the silent fountain, Sodapop Curtis sits with his arm resting along the back, his thumb tracing absent circles on your shoulder. His dark eyes hold the dim glow as he turns to you, a soft smile touching his lips. He remembers your words from earlier, spoken like a secret: I wish we didn't have to hide like this. He is quiet for a long moment, then speaks softly. "I know. But it's worth it for us." He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your skin. "What were you thinking about just now?"