saw the same sunset

quote inspired prompts

send me a number + a ship and i’ll make a fic inspired by the quote

  1. “Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”
  2. “You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”
  3. “If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”
  4. “The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.”
  5. “I love him so much I have to destroy him. I overcompensate by worshipping the queen supreme. He will never love me. No one will ever love me ever again.”
  6. “But you cant shut everyone out. I mean you have to have someone to love…someone to hold on to… someone–”
  7. “He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”
  8. “Love … I put so much faith in it. Truth … I kept believing it falls always from the lips of the one you love and trust the most. Faith … it’s all bound up to love and trust. Where does one end and the other start, and how do you tell when love is the blindest of all?”
  9. “Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.”
  10. “Angel, saint, Devil’s spawn, good or evil, you’ve got me pinned to the wall and labeled as yours until the day I die. And if you die first, then it won’t be long before I follow.”
  11. “A false-hearted lover is worse than a thief. For a thief will just rob you and take what you have, but a false-hearted lover will lead you to the grave. And the grave will decay you and turn you to dust; Not one boy in a hundred a poor girl can trust.”
  12. “Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren’t so different. We saw the same sunset.”
  13. “I loved her in an odd kind of way, the way you love winter when you’re hot in summer.”
  14. “I hope you find someone you can’t live without.I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it’s like to have to try and live without them.”
  15. “True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.”
  16. “He had strange eyes-they make me think of a two-way mirror. Like you could feel somebody on the other side watching you, but the only reflections you saw was your own.”
  17. “I love you still, that’s the torment of it. I never loved. But you! The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you know now how much I hate you!”
  18. “You’ve changed me forever. And I’ll never forget you.”
  19. “You know that you’ve found something amazing, and you want to hold on to it forever; and every second after you have it, you fear the moment you might lose it.”
  20. “My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.”
  21. “Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.”
  22. “I’ll love you until my very last breath. Every beat of my heart is yours. I don’t want to die without you knowing that.”
  23. “I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I’ll never love you any less than I do, right this second.”
  24. “Bad or not, you’ll always be my girl.”
  25. “The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.”
  26. “If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter. ”
  27. “He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.”
  28. “I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.”
  29. “You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”
  30. “I have not the pleasure of understanding you.”
  31. “We are all fools in love”
  32. “Her heart did whisper that he had done it for her.”
The sunset she saw from her patio and the one I saw from the back steps was the same one. Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren’t so different. We saw the same sunset.
—  S.E. Hinton; The Outsiders
Fifty years after The Outsiders was first published, there still has never been a passage so teenaged as this one.

“You read a lot, don’t you, Ponyboy?” Cherry asked.

I was startled. “Yeah. Why?”

She kind of shrugged. “I could just tell. I’ll bet you watch sunsets, too.” She was quiet for a minute after I nodded. “I used to watch them, too, before I got so busy …”

I pictured that, or tried to. Maybe Cherry stood still and watched the sun set while she was supposed to be taking the garbage out. Stood there and watched and forgot everything else until her big brother screamed at her to hurry up. I shook my head. It seemed funny to me that the sunset she saw from her patio and the one I saw from the back steps was the same one. Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren’t so different. We saw the same sunset.

Imagine at times you returned to Earth, you walk to the Cosmodrome and go inside walking a familiar path. When you arrive, you’re at the place that your Ghost found you. The cars around are still busted and old of rust, the same view of the sunset you saw, it’s quiet like nobody comes around it except that time you were chased by the Fallen. You walk to the area you were resurrected. You stand there and then stare out of the area you first faced. You held you Ghost in your hand, he remembers the place too. When he found you, despise the danger you both were in that time it was still fond. He told you his side of his story of being thankful of you being his Guaridan. You tell yours.

“I always thought of the day you brought me to see the light.” You started as you look at him. “Out of every person in the world, you choose me. We been through many adventures, many times we faced formidable odds and yet we prevailed…and I couldn’t have done it without you.” You give him a smile. “Thanks, for being my Ghost, little Light.” He doesn’t even say what he usually says when you say his nickname. He’s absorbed to your words.

I saw Daniele again. I recognized him instantly, same features, but very different.

At sunset, in front of the thick stone walls bordering the garden, he seemed a shadow, a being halfway between our world and hell. Considerably thinner. Tense and strained moves. Almost imperceptible jerking movements of hands. Eye twitch.

I greeted him with enthusiasm, I firmly shook his hand. We hadn’t seen each other for 14 years. He’s studying physics, now. The tone of his voice was low, subdued. His speech was fluent, but fragmented, with random spaces between the words.

His eyes, empty wells, black and opaque, at times brightened by a sparkle of -what was it - fear? Or anger, maybe? Sorrow? Joy? Hard to say.

An image in stark contrast to the chubby, active and loud kid he was, full of life. He was sure to be the best, very proud, almost arrogant.

He interrupted the conference with a long speech, a monologue on Newton and Einstein, off-topic. Here it was finally a familiar trait: the desire to impress. That hasn’t change.

At the end of the evening, before going, he whispered to me: “Do not worry, I forgive you for that card.”

Oh yes, that card.

 

In primary school we were in the same class. At school, we acted as perfect strangers. He had many friends and he loved being the center of attention, during recess he played loudly around the playground, while in class his comments were always funny, sometimes stupid, more often intelligent. During recess I walked quietly with Gentle Daffodil, my best friend at that time, and during lessons I listened in silence, never participating unless I was personally required to do it, or more often I drew on my notebook and thought of something else, bored.

We weren’t friends, I do not even know what we were. Perhaps, just kids who spent time together. He was the one who first invited me to his house, with a really nice card, but I knew it wasn’t an idea of him. His mother was a teacher and forced him to spend time with children who got higher grades than his own.

My mom immediately insisted that I invited him in my turn, because he was a good kid and I had to be nice. So we started a kind of routine: we used to see one another an afternoon a week, my mom on Tuesday drove me to his place, and the next Tuesday he came to my house.

We did our homework together. He showed me all of his expensive games and stuff. We made origami. We watched documentaries. He played violin. I couldn’t stand it. He often made mistakes and the violin squealed and the noise echoed in my ears and I wanted to put my hand over my ears but I couldn’t, it would have been offensive, so I stood still. If we were at his home, he chose the activities to do, because “trust me, I know, this is more fun”; if we were at my house, he still chose the activities to do, because my mom used to say: “he is the guest, the guest decides”. I felt very uncomfortable, though with time everything became more familiar.

Then something happened.

A couple of times a year the gym teacher measured our weight. In the gym, in line, in turn we had to get on an old scale. When I got down the scale, and my weight was 4kg higher than Gentle Daffodil’s one, Daniel began to laugh wildly, involving all of his lackeys. I didn’t expect it. How was it possible? I followed him doing  things I didn’t like for a long time in order to make him feel comfortable, and now he was laughing at me.

I must have been in a really bad mood when I came back home, because my mom noticed. What she told me, surprised me: “What? He, of all children, so chubby as he is? He’s twice your size! You must get revenge.” Interesting. The thought of getting ​​revenge never crossed my mind before. “Yes, you must do it” she continued, “teachers say you have no initiative, you can’t let people walk all over you, show that you’re not a dork!” And again: “Tomorrow you’ll go to your friend and you’ll face him, understood?”

Repeating to myself that he wasn’t my friend, that I wasn’t imbecile, and that it wasn’t true that people were walking all over me, I plotted my revenge. I made a beautiful drawing of a fat pig and I added a label with the exact Daniele’s weight, which I remembered from the previous day. In the margin of the sheet I wrote the pure truth: “you weigh as much as my mom”. To complete the work, at the top centre and large-written, I added “Prosciutto San Daniele D.O.P.” (San Daniele Ham is a famous and tasty Italian ham). I colored it perfectly. I rolled it up. I wrapped it in a red ribbon that I tied with a bow.

The day after, at the beginning of the recreation, I handed the card to him, trying to suppress the feeling of guilt. I knew I was doing a wrong thing, but I was not a dork, I repeated to myself. And he was a braggart and he deserved it. And my mom was the one who suggested it.  Then I returned to my desk and watched the scene with the corner of my eye. His friends joked: “Ahhh your girlfriend wrote you a love letter!” ,“Uhhh open it, open it, I want to see!” And he opened it enthusiastically, in front of everyone.

He turned pail and then he walked away from the classroom.

The next day, the teacher called me: “You, come here.” She was holding  my drawing in her hands. I couldn’t believe Daniele had complained to the teacher. Drowning in shame, but not wanting to show it, I walked straight and slowly to the teacher’s desk. She looked at me seriously over her glasses: “Why did you write these evil things?” “When I weighed myself yesterday, he laughed”, I answered. Then, for the second time in a short time, an adult surprised me. She laughed. She winked at me. And she added pleased, almost satisfied: “I didn’t expect this from you”. Daniele’s face was priceless.

Since that moment, Daniele did not speak to me anymore. Two years later he moved. I haven’t seen him again. Until yesterday.


“Be careful”, my actual best friend warned me later, “He has a violent past, there are things you do not know.” Classic.  I don’t know how HE always happens to know everything about everyone. “Talk to him, but be careful.”

Daniele’s mother apparently locked him up and beat him if he didn’t get the best grades. She chose the schools for him, forced him to go to the conservatory. During adolescence, he reacted violently. People almost died because of it. He spent a lot of time in a psychiatric community later. I shouldn’t have given him that note. If only I knew.

“However I forgave you too”, added my best friend, seriously. My brows furrowed and I tilted my head, confused and worried. There was a glint of amusement in his eyes, as he explained: “You always drew better than me.” Rascal, you tricked me another time.