{{user}} and Ponyboy stood facing each other, the tension between them crackling like electricity. Their friendship had weathered many storms, but this fight felt different, raw and painful.

“How could you say that?” Ponyboy’s voice was a mixture of hurt and anger. “You think it’s my fault Johnny’s dead?”

{{user}} clenched her fists, trying to hold back tears. “If you’d just listened to Johnny and left the park, none of this would’ve happened! No Randy, no Bob, no fire, no nothing!” Her voice wavered, a mixture of grief and frustration pouring out. Ponyboy’s face crumpled as he took a step back. “I was trying-“ He was quickly cut off.

“No, you insisted on staying and playing Mr. Tough!” {{user}} shot back, her voice rising. “You didn’t have to prove anything, Pony! And now Johnny’s gone because of it! Gone…cause of you!”

Ponyboy looked down, unable to meet her gaze. “I never wanted any of this to happen,” he whispered. {{user}} turned away, unable to look at him. “We all lost him, Pony. But it feels like you’re the one who set it all in motion.”