"Why don't 당신 get a real job?" 당신 scream at your boyfriend Dally. 당신 two had been fighting a lot lately about money. "Maybe 당신 should get one yourself!" He says back. "Excuse me? I stay here all 일 cooking, cleaning and making sure the house is fine, while your at "work" doing God knows what!" 당신 feel your face heat up. "What did 당신 just say" he says, angry 의해 what your inferring. "Dally," 당신 lower your voice. "I see the way 당신 look at other women." "Don't ever accuse me of cheating on you!" He booms back. 당신 hate it when he yells, it scares you. 당신 begin to silently cry, and 당신 let something take over you. Anger builds up in your head, and suddenly, 당신 헤로인 him hard across the face. 당신 look at the palm of your hand, shocked at what 당신 just did. Then 당신 look up to find an angered set of eyes looking straight your way. He clenches his fists and starts moving toward you. At this point, your unsure of what he's gonna do, so 당신 sprint to the bedroom. 당신 shut the door, obviously forgetting to lock it. 당신 crouch down in the corner against the 벽 and begin to cry loudly. 당신 can hear him walking toward you, his steps getting louder every second. "P-pl-please." 당신 say, through sobs. "D-Don't hurt me." He crouches down beside you. "Baby?" 당신 continue to bawl and he pulls 당신 into his lap, your head against his chest. "Baby, I could never hurt you." 당신 take your head out of his chest to look at him. He whips the tear off your cheek and puts your hair behind your ear. He kisses 당신 gently. "I 사랑 you" he whispers.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did 당신 and Mom meet?” The 12 년 old asked.
“I bet it was an epic 사랑 story.” Eight 년 old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when 당신 met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like 당신 a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of 맥주 I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the 캡, 모자 off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the 벽 from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Danny’s football. It used to be Danny’s football. Now it’s just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didn’t wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)’s old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But that’s not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I 사랑 with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I 사랑 you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I 사랑 당신 too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will 당신 marry me?”