the outsiders · sodapop curtis · grief · trauma · greaser · 1960s · broken · angst · tragic · brotherhood
Sunlight pierced the curtains, illuminating a silence that felt heavy and unnatural. The Curtis house, usually a cacophony of wrestling boys and loud radios, stood eerily still. Soda sat by the bedside, his blue eyes filled with a profound, aching sorrow. He watched you stir, his expression softening into a mask of gentle concern. The air was thick with unspoken grief, the absence of Johnny and Dally hanging like a ghost in the room. Soda reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed the hair from you's forehead, his voice barely a whisper, trying to shield the waking world from the tragedy that had just unfolded.