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Why?

Why'd you have to go and do that, Johnny?

You didn't need to rescue those damn kids.

They could've all died.

They should've.

I wish they'd died.

Or Pony could've rescued them on his own.

Not you, Johnnycake.

Anyone but you.

It's your fault, too, Johnny.

Your own damn fault.

You could've lived.

You chose not to.

Why?

You made me break finally.

No one else could've done it.

Just you.

Just you, Johnnycake.

I watched a sunset, you know.

Just now.

Tonight.

Running from the hospital.

I knew I should.

I knew you wanted me to, Johnny.

I don't know how, though.

It was awfully pretty.

Streaks of red and orange and yellow and pink all mixed up together.

Blurry, though.

You can't see well when you're crying.

I've never cried before.

You're the only person who could ever make me cry.

I'll never cry again.

Why'd you do it?

Damn it, Johnny, I loved you.

I don't now, though.

I hate you, Johnny.

I hate you.

I'll never love again.

I can't.

You can't lose the only thing you ever loved and be able to love again.

I can't live anymore.

I have to die.

This is your fault, Johnny.

Your fault, damn it all.

Why did I let myself love you?

Never again.

I'm going to die.

What do you think of that, Johnny, you little punk?

What did you want from me?

Remember when you killed Bob?

I helped you then, didn't I?

I didn't even tell Soda where you and Ponyboy had gone.

Did you think of that?

Huh, Johnny?

Did you?

Remember the fire?

I saved your worthless life then, didn't I?

I pulled you out of that awful place.

I hate fires almost as much as you.

But you died anyway.

How could you be so ungrateful?

So unfeeling?

Your last words were to Pony.

Not to me.

How do you think that makes me feel?

I was proud of you then.

Not anymore.

Not when you've ripped out my heart and torn it to shreds.

I'm going to kill myself tonight.

All because of you.

I'm going to kill myself because I still love you, damn it.

This is your fault.

How do you feel about that, Johnnycake?