Disclaimer: If you've heard of it, I don't own it. Enough already! Sheesh…
A/N: Don't ask… I know it's weird, but I was suddenly inspired for no apparent reason. Hopefully you've read the book and know that it's Ponyboy talking. 'She' is Cherry and 'us' and 'we' are the Greasers and Socs.
Um… this is a bit long for a Drabble, but a bit short (and plot-less) for a One-shot. Think of it as a… Drablot or something.
Now go on, read! And while you're at it, go check out my other works.
Rising in the East
Dazzling splashes of gold illuminate the morning sky, reflected off the soft, white clouds. Representing the beauty of life… and the blood. Yes, the bloodshed of it as well. Thin streaks of that deep, deep red, accent the horizon, painting the picture of love, loss, and beauty that is my life. Purple for the pain… orange for the laughter…and yellow…bright yellow… for the new beginnings.
I look to the west, where the Sun's rays are just beginning to seep in. Is she watching as well? Funny, sunsets and sunrises are. Absolute opposites, yet at first glance, they're identical. Like us in a way. Only we look different, but are the same… feel the same… on the inside. Maybe this life is just one big misconception after another. Maybe.
A whisper of a wind carries a lone autumn leaf across the road, twisting and tumbling as it goes. Like me. Reaching the curb at last, it falters by the gutter. And flutters down to its dark grave. A prophecy? I just don't know.
I watch the world all around me waking up, and wish for it to stop spinning; for me to stop hurting. Hurting from the past.
But if the world did stop spinning, where would the sunsets go? The sunrises? Into a black, shadowy abysses like the leaf? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Only time will tell.
A/N: Remember… take a look at my other fics… if you liked this one… and even if you didn't.
P.S. There's a deeper meaning to the ending if you search for it… I think.