Dally's POV
I can't believe it. Or maybe I just didn't want to believe it. I just saw someone I cared about,the only person I truly cared about slip away before my eyes. I just lost Johnny. He was the only person I truly cared about. And now he's gone. And I feel sadness creeping into my heart.
My heart is shattered and nothing can repair it. The only thing that would ever repair my shattered heart is Johnny being here. But since that can't happen,it will remain shattered forever. I wondered why did he have to go? He was too young. He was only 16 years old. One day in 1965 changed life for me and the Gang forever when Johnny slipped away that night.
That moment was not easy at all. I remember I was begging for him to wake up but he never would. That was the first time I didn't feel strong. That I felt defeated. Anytime I feel sadness meant I was remembering the exact moment that he was gone. It was not easy to say goodbye to the only person I truly cared about. It was not easy to say goodbye to Johnny. Saying goodbye was not easy.
I was pleading for him to stay. This was not how things were supposed to go. He had so much more life to live. It shouldn't be coming to end at 16 years old. Why was he not able to stay? Why was this the fate that Johnny was given? Why was he gone forever? Even though I was begging him to not leave.