Conclusion:
It was the hardest year of our lives, yet we pulled through. In the years to follow, we still live in the little shack of a house, with our dog, Sodapop, and more times than not, Steve and Two-Bit. We all get along fine now, and to be honest, the house wouldn't be a home without them.
We all managed to keep our heads, and keep pushing forward, despite everything that has happened.
Darry won't talk about Ponyboy, and we rarely bring Dally or Johnny into a conversation. At least, we try not to. But when their birthdays come along, we all mourn. When their days of death roll in, we all sit at the cemetery and grieve the loss of our fallen brothers.
We still go to the rumbles and kick ass like we used to.
Nothing's really changed. Except I'm expecting our first child in June, and Soda is more than excited to be an uncle. This little baby's going to be the highlight of everyone's lives. I see that now.
Darry is saving to move us out of this house, into a nicer, bigger one. It won't be easy, but we'll be able to pull it off, we always do.
I can't help but miss them, I cry every night still, but Darry gets that. It's hard.
All I can do is keep it together. Keep moving forward. Eventually, the pain will go away.
Because we're Greasers, and everyday, we face more dirt. But that's life for ya. Never fair.
Stay Gold, Stay Strong, Stay True.
Ponyboy, if you're out there, I hope you know that we love and miss you. So much.
A/N - This one's been sitting on my computer for years, and after doing some minor tweeks, I've decided to upload it on here. Hope you all have enjoyed it! Not my best piece, but definitely one I loved writing!
