❪ he swallows hard as the window closes with another shard of glass breaking away. for a moment, eddie thinks that he's been left utterly alone in this strange point of living he's found himself in. before he has a chance to fall into those thoughts, he hears the audible sound of footsteps (clear as fucking day in his ears) as richie makes his way down.
it's hard to just stand there like he is. clothes dirty and stained with blood, face caked in grime and god knows what else. he wants to fall back into the shadows again but he manages to keep calm, keep steady as richie approaches. eddie almost doesn't hear him at first but he shakes his head once the words reach him and gives a notably bitter laugh. ❫
At least you didn't wake up at the bottom of whatever the fuck happened to Neibolt. ❪ he licks his lips, tired and near shaking. ❫ I just-- I don't know what to think anymore. I should be dead... shouldn't I?
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it's hard to just stand there like he is. clothes dirty and stained with blood, face caked in grime and god knows what else. he wants to fall back into the shadows again but he manages to keep calm, keep steady as richie approaches. eddie almost doesn't hear him at first but he shakes his head once the words reach him and gives a notably bitter laugh. ❫
At least you didn't wake up at the bottom of whatever the fuck happened to Neibolt. ❪ he licks his lips, tired and near shaking. ❫ I just-- I don't know what to think anymore. I should be dead... shouldn't I?