"Why don't আপনি get a real job?" আপনি scream at your boyfriend Dally. আপনি two had been fighting a lot lately about money. "Maybe আপনি should get one yourself!" He says back. "Excuse me? I stay here all দিন cooking, cleaning and making sure the house is fine, while your at "work" doing God knows what!" আপনি feel your face heat up. "What did আপনি just say" he says, angry দ্বারা what your inferring. "Dally," আপনি lower your voice. "I see the way আপনি look at other women." "Don't ever accuse me of cheating on you!" He booms back. আপনি hate it when he yells, it scares you. আপনি begin to silently cry, and আপনি let something take over you. Anger builds up in your head, and suddenly, আপনি তীক্ষ্নভাবে him hard across the face. আপনি look at the palm of your hand, shocked at what আপনি just did. Then আপনি look up to find an angered set of eyes looking straight your way. He clenches his fists and starts moving toward you. At this point, your unsure of what he's gonna do, so আপনি sprint to the bedroom. আপনি shut the door, obviously forgetting to lock it. আপনি crouch down in the corner against the দেওয়াল and begin to cry loudly. আপনি can hear him walking toward you, his steps getting louder every second. "P-pl-please." আপনি say, through sobs. "D-Don't hurt me." He crouches down beside you. "Baby?" আপনি continue to bawl and he pulls আপনি into his lap, your head against his chest. "Baby, I could never hurt you." আপনি take your head out of his chest to look at him. He whips the tear off your cheek and puts your hair behind your ear. He kisses আপনি gently. "I প্রণয় you" he whispers.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did আপনি and Mom meet?” The 12 বছর old asked.
“I bet it was an epic প্রণয় story.” Eight বছর old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when আপনি met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like আপনি a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of বিয়ার I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the টুপি off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the দেওয়াল from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Danny’s football. It used to be Danny’s football. Now it’s just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didn’t wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)’s old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But that’s not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I প্রণয় with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I প্রণয় you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I প্রণয় আপনি too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will আপনি marry me?”