[ every memory hurts more than the last, driving knives into his heart and twisting them until he's sure he'll bleed out.
he holds eddie close, closer than ever, and just listens to him cry, not knowing how to make it better. there are no jokes that can fix this, no words to dispel the fear filling their hearts. it's the first time richie understands what real fear is - not clowns and mummies and wolfmen, but the hidden diseases that destroy everything before you know they exist.
he looks up and sees eddie crying and it takes less than two seconds for him to surge forward and take the smaller man in his arms. it's instinct more than anything; every fibre of his being burns to take care of him, to make sure nothing ever hurts him again. ]
I'm sorry, [ he says again, his voice tight. he squeezes eddie closer, not wanting to let go. ] I'm sorry I left you. I'm sorry --
[ "I'm sorry," he says, and he knows eddie knows what it means before he even reads the letter clutched in richie's hand. eddie's mom just got approved for treatment, and richie had come over to help pack, but he checked his mail first and there it was: his ticket out of derry, the thing they'd dreamed of since they were little kids who didn't know any better. ]
I hate this fucking town, [ he bites out, burying his face in eddie's hair. ]
no subject
he holds eddie close, closer than ever, and just listens to him cry, not knowing how to make it better. there are no jokes that can fix this, no words to dispel the fear filling their hearts. it's the first time richie understands what real fear is - not clowns and mummies and wolfmen, but the hidden diseases that destroy everything before you know they exist.
he looks up and sees eddie crying and it takes less than two seconds for him to surge forward and take the smaller man in his arms. it's instinct more than anything; every fibre of his being burns to take care of him, to make sure nothing ever hurts him again. ]
I'm sorry, [ he says again, his voice tight. he squeezes eddie closer, not wanting to let go. ] I'm sorry I left you. I'm sorry --
[ "I'm sorry," he says, and he knows eddie knows what it means before he even reads the letter clutched in richie's hand. eddie's mom just got approved for treatment, and richie had come over to help pack, but he checked his mail first and there it was: his ticket out of derry, the thing they'd dreamed of since they were little kids who didn't know any better. ]
I hate this fucking town, [ he bites out, burying his face in eddie's hair. ]