This is one of my personal favorites. In case you can't tell, it's Pony to Darry right after their parents die, then Darry to Pony after Soda dies in Vietnam.
I thought you were him.
This morning, standing in the bathroom, brushing my teeth. I heard footsteps in the hall and looked in the mirror, catching a glimpse of the side of your face as you passed the doorway. I gagged, whirling around, eyes huge.
Dad?
The word was on my lips, ready to burst from my mouth as I ran, tripping over my own feet, out the doorway and into the hall, choking on the toothpaste that was going down my throat.
Dad-
And then I saw you.
Saw you walking away, down the hall, a tired, drained gait he never had. The way you held your shoulder because of a pulled muscle. How you slouched the slightest bit, exhaustion evident. Muscles taunt under a black tee-shirt, a hulking frame he never had.
I stopped. Stared. Felt like crying.
Don't get me wrong; I love you. I love you, but…
You turned into your room, shutting the door, leaving me standing in the hall, an aching emptiness in my chest.
…You're not him.
I thought you were him.
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I thought you were him.
Last night, going past your room. I glanced in, then did a double-take, jaw lowering slightly, heart pounding faster.
You were sprawled out on the bed, blanket half-falling off, head cocked to the side, mouth slightly open. Eyes shut, moonlight splashing across your face… You looked just like him.
"Soda?" It slipped out before I could stop myself - before I realized my mistake.
Your frame - shorter. You hair - long and dark instead of blond. Your face - younger, more childlike. How you shifted around, mumbling when he would've been out like a rock.
I felt like someone punched me in the gut.
Don't get me wrong; I love you. I love you so much it hurts sometimes, but…
You rolled over, turned away from me, leaving me standing there silently, hurting, a void in my chest nobody could fill.
…You're not him.
I thought you were him.
