It was a warm evening, the sun set across the western horizon.

You and Ponyboy were set up on a hilltop, just across Tulsa. The two of you sat on a picnic blanket, with a picnic basket to the side.

Ponyboy patiently awaited the sunset, he had moved himself closer to you in the process. Not in a particularly romantic way, but he did treasure this moment.

“Too bad it can’t stay like that all the time.” You spoke.

“Nothing gold can stay.” Ponyboy replied.