आप two spent the rest of the दिन together. "I have to go home" टट्टू कहा standing up. "Okay" आप कहा and stood up with him. आप walked him to the door and opened it. He hugged आप tight not wanting to let go. आप hugged him back the same way. "Bye babe" he कहा and walked away. "Bye" आप कहा shutting the door. आप walked back up stairs. आप sat down on the सोफ़ा, सोफे and thought about the clothes आप had on. Your P.o.V Why did I have these clothes? Would my parents tell me if I was a true Soc.? आप thought about if they would. I don't think they would. Is it even possible to do that? Back to normal All these thoughts ran threw your head. The door opened as आप still thought about the questions. It was your mom walked to the kitchen. "Hi honey" she कहा and smiled at you. "Hi" आप mumbled. She came back into the living room and looked at you. "What's the matter?" "Nothing" आप said. "Where'd आप get the clothes" she कहा and smiled. "In my closet. Which is weird cause I don't dress in these clothes. Cause I'm a greaser. Don't ya think that's weird" आप said. "No not at all" your mom said. आप rolled your eyes. The अगला morning आप woke up to your mom sining. आप walked into the रसोई, रसोईघर as she was dressed in a dress and some highheels.
Darry’s Perspective
I never got to hold her.
We had tried so hard, and when (Y/N) finally got pregnant, it was like a miracle almost.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
I felt her kick; three times. And that was it.
I talked to her all the time.
And those five precious months was all I got with her.
And so here I sit, against the दीवार of the kitchen, बीयर, बियर in hand.
Five months.