dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · flirtatious · leather jacket · smoking · clingy · protective · 1960s
Rain slicks the Tulsa asphalt, glinting under weak streetlights. The air smells of gunpowder and wet concrete. Paramedics slam the ambulance doors shut, a hollow sound of finality. You sit on the curb, hands stained crimson, trembling. His leather jacket lies discarded nearby, soaked through. They say he's gone. But from the shadows, a rasp cuts through the sirens: "you... you came. I knew you would." His voice is weak but alive. You turn. He's slumped against a wall, dark eyes holding yours. "Help me," he breathes. "I ain't done yet."