Ponyboy didn't know what to do after their deaths. Dally, Johnny and Bob's. The house was empty all the time, he never wanted to go to movies anymore and the vacant lot, he didn't bat an eye when he passed it. He just couldn't. It hurt too much.

Living was just another chore that he couldn't stand. They deserved better lives. We all did, he thought.

But we don't always get what we want, right? That's a life lesson he won't forget.

Ponyboy wiped away a stray tear from his cheek and pushed his plate forward. "Pony?" Darry turns to look at Ponyboy as he gets up from the dinner table, making his way up the stairs.