Chapter 34

Ten years later.

Ponyboy's POV

As me and my wife drive along, I thought about my life as a teenager, and who I was. I was angry, mean, and hard. But I was also in love and had a beautiful girl to get me through it all. She was killed in a bar shooting at the very young age of sixteen. She had long dark hair that went down to her waist, and that glowed in the moonlight. Her eyes were deep blue gray, that were able to calm me even in the most dangerous rages. Her laugh made me still get goose bumps ten years later. Her brother was the oldest and the leader of our gang. He made us stick together and could get us through anything. Her brother's name was Blade. She had a best friend who could make us laugh and was her surrogate brother. Her best friend name was Isaac. Her name was Alex.

"Pony? Are you alright?" Connie asks me. I take her hand and hold it to my chest.

"Everything is fine, sweetheart." I promise her. She kisses me on the cheek and looks at the old church that we have pulled into.

"Do you want me to go in with you?" she asks worriedly.

"Na, I'll be alright. Why don't you go back to the hotel? I'll get a cab back." I say. She nods.

"Alright, dear. I'll be waiting for you." Connie tells me kissing me. I smile and hold her against me.

"And when I get backā€¦. I was thinking we could call room service for a bottle of red wine, get incredibly drunk and see what happens." I say. She giggles and hits me playfully on the head.

"See you at the hotel." She says getting back in the car. I wave goodbye and turn back to the church. Alex had me come here a few times for Easter and Christmas. She loved to go to church, but normally we didn't have time for it. I hitched my thumbs in my pockets and went into the old church.

I entered the abandoned church with hesitation, not wanting to do this. I take a deep breath and walk down the aisle. I feel the wood pews and rub my fingers of the dust. I smiled and sat in the back pew that we sat in whenever we came. I picked up the abandoned bible and brushed the cobweb off it. I opened it and saw the notes that me and Alex wrote to each other during the service.

What do you want to do for lunch?

I don't care, now pay attention.

When is this over?

In a few minutes. Quit complaining!

I love you, Alex.

I love you to, Ponyboy.

I never thought about losing her back then. I only thought about the next rumble, or how to get back at the Assassins. I never thought about losing another loved one, or having to worry about getting Alex pregnant.

I got up and walked up to the altar. I got down on my knees and bowed my head. I remembered that prayer my mother taught me.

The Lord is my Shepard, I shall not want

He maketh me lie down in green pasture,

He leadeth me beside still waters, he restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in paths of righteousness for his namesake

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me.

Thy rod, Thy staff, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me, in the presence of my enemies.

Thou aniontest my head with oil, my cup runneth over

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,

And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord, forever.

Me and Darry were the only ones who still remember it. Soda could never learn it, but when I got shot I recall waking up to Soda chanting the 23 Psalms prayer while I was still in critical condition. I layed still till he finished reciting it. I smiled at him, and he knew that I heard him. Soda never gives himself enough credit when it comes to him being smart.

I crossed myself and sighed. Me and Alex both grew up with a Catholic background and tried to use it. I was a bad Catholic, Alex was better. She said her prayers every night and made sure that she made confession once a week. I never made confession and never remembered my prays. Alex didn't mind though, she said she prayed enough for me.

I got up and went to the side door. I slowly opened it and saw the headstones scattered across the land. I looked over the cemetery and breathed in the air. It was warm from the May morning air. I headed to the back of the cemetery, right in the middle. I could never forget where she was buried.

The white marble was starting to turn gray, and the letters engraved in the stone had dirt in them. Roses were her favorite flower, so naturally her brother Blanco, who hadn't been called 'Blade' in years, had put them there for her. I smiled and knelt down next to the headstone. I brushed the dirt away from the stone and pulled out the weeds that surrounded her grave. I pulled out the rose from my coat and placed it over her grave. I kissed my fingers and placed them over her name.

"Hey, baby. I know I should have visited sooner. I haven't come here in ten years. I've missed you a lot. I have been in Tulsa all this time. Just like you wanted. Me and my brothers have been doing real good. Darry had me go back to school, after I got out of the hospital. But I never really could get back into it, ya know? Darry tried not to get mad at me, but he couldn't help but you know. Me and him kept fighting, about everything. Soda was more understanding, he got it. I got real sad after the bar shooting. After I got released from the hospital, all I could think about was you and what should have been. I kept blaming myself and getting in trouble in class. I started up drinking again, Darry couldn't stand it and he threw me out. I stayed with Two-Bit and dropped out. I got a job at the movie theater. I started writing again and ended up writing about Johnny and Dallas and then about New York and you. They turned out really good, I got enough money to settle me and my family for life. Me and Darry made up after he saw that I made something of myself. Then I met Connie, she's amazing Alex. We got married a few months ago and she's going to collage now. I miss you, I know I'll never find someone else like you, but I'm getting by alright. I love you Alexandra Maria Montonille."

I get up and pat the top of her headstone. I breathe in the fresh air of the land. I smile at her and turn towards the church. I put my hands in my pockets and head off to my new life.

This is the end for this one. I want to thank all of you for your support and reviews. I love all of you and can't wait for my next writing experience. Watch for my next stories! Again thank you for everything.