wewe two spent the rest of the siku together. "I have to go home" gppony, pony alisema standing up. "Okay" wewe alisema and stood up with him. wewe walked him to the door and opened it. He hugged wewe tight not wanting to let go. wewe hugged him back the same way. "Bye babe" he alisema and walked away. "Bye" wewe alisema shutting the door. wewe walked back up stairs. wewe sat down on the kitanda and thought about the clothes wewe had on. Your P.o.V Why did I have these clothes? Would my parents tell me if I was a true Soc.? wewe thought about if they would. I don't think they would. Is it even possible to do that? Back to normal All these thoughts ran threw your head. The door opened as wewe still thought about the questions. It was your mom walked to the kitchen. "Hi honey" she alisema and smiled at you. "Hi" wewe mumbled. She came back into the living room and looked at you. "What's the matter?" "Nothing" wewe said. "Where'd wewe get the clothes" she alisema and smiled. "In my closet. Which is weird cause I don't dress in these clothes. Cause I'm a greaser. Don't ya think that's weird" wewe said. "No not at all" your mom said. wewe rolled your eyes. The inayofuata morning wewe woke up to your mom sining. wewe walked into the jikoni as she was dressed in a dress and some highheels.
Darry’s Perspective
I never got to hold her.
We had tried so hard, and when (Y/N) finally got pregnant, it was like a miracle almost.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
I felt her kick; three times. And that was it.
I talked to her all the time.
And those five precious months was all I got with her.
And so here I sit, against the ukuta of the kitchen, bia in hand.
Five months.