Every time I think about Dally dying, I think about running with the gang to go meet him. Then when he gets shot, I try fighting towards him, screaming his name, sobbing, while Soda holds me back, then I give up and fall to the ground screaming and crying, while soda holds me.
Under read more is what I thought of when I read that.
I am madly in love with Johnny Cade, Ponyboy Curtis, and Dallas Winston; I presume that I am going to go insane knowing that Ralph Macchio, C. Thomas Howell, and Matt Dillon are most likely my father’s age. Oh well, I will be forever alone. And I am prepared for it.