𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

t.m. ~ sad fake dreaming

Tulsa, Oklahoma. Dingo
Wednesday, 1966.
09:23 a.m.
Y/n/n: your nickname

•••
"Two-Bit, my dawg!"

We then go in for our handshake.

"Y/n/n! What are you doing back in Tulsa, man?" He said. "Seeing my relatives actually, was gonna look for you but I knew we Gon find each other anyway." I said.

We both laughed, "So what's up?" He asked. "Ah you know, good as always. The life in Kentucky Is actually not as bad but I mean, everything's way more fun with my man!" I said.

"Well I gotta go now. Cousins are waiting. I love you, man! See you later!" I said.

"See you." He said and I left.

•••
• TWO-BITS POV •
• WEEKS LATER •

"I wish I could've said it back that day. I should have." I said to Y/n.

"Fuck you man! Fuck you!" I weeped. kicking the rocks near me.

"You punk. You said we'd stick together, always." I said. "Why the fuck did you leave me? Why?" I said, screaming at this point.

I fell down to the ground and cried.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n." I said, fixing the flowers on her grave.

"I'm sorry."

"Hey it's alright man." I heard.

I jumped and turned around.

"Don't panic. Yes I'm alive. If you didn't know, there are such thing as bullets that doesn't entirely go through skin."

"Am I hallucinating right now?" I said.

"No I'm literally alive. The guy who shot me used those bullets." Said Y/n.

I immediately run up to her and hugged her.

"I love you." I said.

"Two-Bit."

"Yeah?"

"Two-Bit!"

"Yeah what?" I said.

•••

"Keith Matthews! You good?" I heard Sodapop say. I snapped out my zone.

I was just day dreaming all along.

"Uh, yeah I'm okay." I look down to see Y/n's grave and Y/n, not alive.

I sighed and got up.

"It's gonna be okay, man." Said Sodapop.

"I hope so." I said, and walked away from the grave.