ponyboy, i asked the nurse to give wewe this book so wewe could finish it. the doctor came in a while ago, but i already new it anyway. i keep getting tired and tired. listen, i dont mind dying now it was worth it, it was worth saving those little kids, their lives are worth zaidi than mine, they have zaidi to live for. some of their parents came kwa to think me and it was worth it. tell dally it was worth it. im just gona miss u guys and iv been thinking about it. that poem, the guy that wrote it. he ment your dhahabu when your a kid, like green, when your a kid everything is new, dawn, its just, when just u get used to every thing its day. like the way wewe dig sunsets pony, thats gold. keep it that way, its a good way to be. i want u to tell dally to look at one. he'll probly think your crazy but ask for me. i dont think hes ever really seen a sunset. and dont be bugged over being a greaser, wewe still have alot of time to make yourself be what wewe want. theres still alot of odd good in the world. tell dally i dont think he noes. your buddy, Johnny
wewe started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” wewe thought. But he couldn’t. wewe used to be best friends.
wewe walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that wewe sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” wewe laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
wewe smile at him. He runs toward wewe a scoops wewe up into a big kubeba hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set wewe down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed wewe too.” wewe squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn wewe were like, nine the last time we saw you? hujambo Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And wewe locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight mwaka old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve mwaka old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep kwa now.
(Y/N) was at home, on kitanda rest. Ella au Robert could be born any siku now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.