❪ how many times had they sat, laid or held hand saying the exact same thing throughout those years? it's like a tidal wave of memories full of things he shouldn't have forgotten. so many firsts lost to the haze that had been infecting them for almost twenty-seven years.
he's sitting in class, his second year of university and doing some stupid student survey. the relationship question, he finds, throws him into an odd loop— he marks single.
everything is a flickering mess of memories that don't all make sense.
his breath is coming out in hurried wheezes. he's muttering to himself, familiar words told to him before but myra pushes his inhaler in his hand and they're forgotten.
they jump around, never sticking to one singular period of time.
he's flickering through channels when he stops on a comedy special and finds himself staring too hard. the joke is about his girlfriend and it just... doesn't right? before he can figure it out though, myra is already changing the channel and complaining about foul mouthed, trashy people.
quietly, he shifts just enough so he can bring his free hand up to touch richie's face and swallow hard. it sparks a whole new round of memories as he cups his cheek, wiping away tears with his thumb and finally breathing in a more settled manner. ❫
... I missed you. I've missed you so much and didn't have a fucking clue.
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❪ how many times had they sat, laid or held hand saying the exact same thing throughout those years? it's like a tidal wave of memories full of things he shouldn't have forgotten. so many firsts lost to the haze that had been infecting them for almost twenty-seven years.
he's sitting in class, his second year of university and doing some stupid student survey. the relationship question, he finds, throws him into an odd loop— he marks single.
everything is a flickering mess of memories that don't all make sense.
his breath is coming out in hurried wheezes. he's muttering to himself, familiar words told to him before but myra pushes his inhaler in his hand and they're forgotten.
they jump around, never sticking to one singular period of time.
he's flickering through channels when he stops on a comedy special and finds himself staring too hard. the joke is about his girlfriend and it just... doesn't right? before he can figure it out though, myra is already changing the channel and complaining about foul mouthed, trashy people.
quietly, he shifts just enough so he can bring his free hand up to touch richie's face and swallow hard. it sparks a whole new round of memories as he cups his cheek, wiping away tears with his thumb and finally breathing in a more settled manner. ❫
... I missed you. I've missed you so much and didn't have a fucking clue.