I slowly roll my head on the wall, to face them, tightening my grip on the beer. I was not letting this one go.
“Darry, please.” Ponyboy pleads. I must have been in pretty bad shape. The look on his face was pure worry. I slowly, slowly set the bottle down on the cement floor of the basement. I loosen my grip, finally letting go.
“That’s it.” Soda says. They had already cleared out all the alcohol of the house. This bottle was the last drop of comfort in the house. The house that still smelled like her.
“You’re going to be fine… It’s gonna take some readjusting though…” Soda follows my gaze, resting on Danny’s football.
I would not cry in front of my brothers.
Soda’s face goes soft. “Darry…”
The silent tears roll down my face. I had been sitting in my basement, drinking for the past couple days. I was going no where. My life stopped when there’s ended.
The hole in my دل ate away at my soul.
“I can’t do it anymore.” I whisper.
Ponyboy sits اگلے to me. “You are the strongest person I know. You’re going to make it through this.”
I shake my head, and reach down for the bottle again.
