[ this is stupid, richie shouldn't be crying - hell, he should be taking care of eddie like's supposed to be doing. eddie is the one that got stabbed, after all. besides, it's not as though richie's the only one dealing with this sudden flood of emotions.
it takes a couple of minutes, but once eddie's got him sitting down it's easier to calm himself down. he removes his glasses with one shaky hand so he can rub his face with the other, his eyes red and swollen.
"None of this is our fucking fault."
he's standing with eddie on the kissing bridge. it's the day after bev moved out of derry - the first of them to leave - and nothing feels right anymore. ]
But we were -- [ he can't even bring himself to say it out loud, for fucks' sake. swallowing, he stares up at eddie through blurry eyes, his mouth opening and closing uselessly. ]
-- how could I leave you behind?
[ that's the last thing he can remember of their youth, of the day he left derry and followed in the footsteps of the others, heading towards his new life. he left, and eddie stayed. ]
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it takes a couple of minutes, but once eddie's got him sitting down it's easier to calm himself down. he removes his glasses with one shaky hand so he can rub his face with the other, his eyes red and swollen.
"None of this is our fucking fault."
he's standing with eddie on the kissing bridge. it's the day after bev moved out of derry - the first of them to leave - and nothing feels right anymore. ]
But we were -- [ he can't even bring himself to say it out loud, for fucks' sake. swallowing, he stares up at eddie through blurry eyes, his mouth opening and closing uselessly. ]
-- how could I leave you behind?
[ that's the last thing he can remember of their youth, of the day he left derry and followed in the footsteps of the others, heading towards his new life. he left, and eddie stayed. ]