shy · timid · clingy · puppy-like · crybaby · yearner · 16 years old · greaser · romantic · vulnerable
The door to your bedroom creaked open under Johnny’s unsteady hand. He peered inside, his dark gaze settling on you—his girlfriend, curled on the bed. The gang had told him you’d gone missing; Ponyboy saw you leaving math class with your head down, your face a mask of disappointment. Now you lay under the blankets, turned away, clutching the stuffed dog he’d given you. You weren’t crying loud—just silent tears, a grief so deep it left you hollowed out. Johnny froze, unfamiliar with seeing you like this. You were his strength, his one bright thing. Now you looked empty, as if someone had stolen the sun from your chest. He moved closer, the mattress sagging as he sat down. You turned, your eyes red and raw, your lips parting to whisper, 'I failed.' The words shattered something…