❪ he can't help the way he jolts slightly when richie's hand comes to rest on his shoulder. it's like all the forgotten memories are slowly overcoming him, weighing down and making it hard to remain upright. more than anything, he can't help the awkward wheeze that has started up with every breath he takes. ❫
You're a shit liar, Richie. ❪ eddie shots back with a stuttered voice as he gasps for a needy breath of air and—
and another memory. they're older or, at least, richie looks taller. all gangling looking with long arms and legs and a mess of hair. eddie's near hyperventilating though as they sit, foreheads pressed together and richie whispering things that he can't quite remember. whatever is said seems to work though, his breathing slows and manages the smallest of smiles. ❫
I need my inhaler. ❪ it comes out small, wobbly as he makes a movement to get by richie. his inhaler is in his room covered in his and bower's blood but that seems easier to deal with than all this. ❫
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You're a shit liar, Richie. ❪ eddie shots back with a stuttered voice as he gasps for a needy breath of air and—
and another memory. they're older or, at least, richie looks taller. all gangling looking with long arms and legs and a mess of hair. eddie's near hyperventilating though as they sit, foreheads pressed together and richie whispering things that he can't quite remember. whatever is said seems to work though, his breathing slows and manages the smallest of smiles. ❫
I need my inhaler. ❪ it comes out small, wobbly as he makes a movement to get by richie. his inhaler is in his room covered in his and bower's blood but that seems easier to deal with than all this. ❫