Chapter 15: Epilogue

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Ponyboy's POV (1 year later)

I stared at the grave in front of me. It was "Soda's" thankfully empty grave. So much had changed in the last year. After Darry was arrested Soda and I moved back to Tulsa with the gang. Boy, were they surprised to see Sodapop.

Flashback:

"Soda!" Steve's voice was questioning and his face looked like he'd seen a ghost. He looked near tears when he hugged Soda.

"I'm sorry buddy, the army got it wrong," Soda told him.

Two-Bit walked in moments later and dropped the beer in his hands, running up to Soda.

"I must be really drunk," he sobbed. "Well, I'll just enjoy it while it lasts."

Sod laughed. "It's not a hallucination, buddy," Soda told him.

"Where have you been, Ponyboy?" Two-Bit asked. We told them the whole story and they were shocked, but it was great to have the gang back in the same state, even if Darry was in jail until 1990.

End flashback

Things sure have been different, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

X

I walked out into the blinding rays of the early morning sun. The sun was reflecting off the dew that was on the freshly cut grass. I grabbed the mail and noticed a letter addressed to me.

It read:

Dear Ponyboy,

I've been taking a lot to my therapist and I decided to write to you. I hope you can forgive me. I can't say it wasn't me because I chose to drink, but the abuse wasn't me sober. It hurt too much and I couldn't see that you were hurting too. I hope maybe one day you can forgive me. I would love if you could come and visit me. I'm again sorry for the way I treated you.

Love always,

Darry Curtis

I smiled at the letter, it sounded just like Darry, emotional yet trying to act tough and not show emotion. I felt tears well up, I missed him so much.

That night I began writing:

Dear Darry,

I do forgive you. I think I forgave you a while ago. I would like to visit you and I'm sure Soda would too. We all hurt, but we show it in different ways. I'm happy that you are seeing a therapist. I miss you a lot.

Stay Gold,

Ponyboy Curtis

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