Rain poured down heavily over the park, the rumble raging on around you. Your clothes were soaking and heavy as you shivered, standing by the Socs in your fight. Across from you stood Two-Bit Matthews. Your Two-Bit. Well, not anymore, though.

His jaw clenched in the night light. “You chose your side,” he said gruffly, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Look where that got you.” His tone was cold, and unforgiving. As it had been for weeks.

You swallowed hard, blinking a few times. There was nothing you could do or say to make any of this better. You just stood there, nose bleeding, lip split, shaking under the cold rain, both sides of Tulsa at war on the grounds of Pershing Park.

“Two-Bit, I…” you trailed off.