“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls آپ up. آپ find his eyes, and آپ see how cute he is. He looks at you, stunned. “I’m… Really sorry.” He says as he stares into your eyes.
“It’s fine.” آپ blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” آپ say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if آپ did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” آپ grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings آپ to the camp?”’
ponyboy, i asked the nurse to give آپ this book so آپ could finish it. the doctor came in a while ago, but i already new it anyway. i keep getting tired and tired. listen, i dont mind dying now it was worth it, it was worth saving those little kids, their lives are worth مزید than mine, they have مزید to live for. some of their parents came سے طرف کی to think me and it was worth it. tell dally it was worth it. im just gona miss u guys and iv been thinking about it. that poem, the guy that wrote it. he ment your سونا when your a kid, like green, when your a kid everything is new, dawn, its just,...