𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄, eddie munson

leaving pt. 2

"i'm going to california in a week."

well, it had been a week. and that night at eddie's was all you could think about. you couldn't fathom why he acted the way he did and why he didn't just tell you sooner.

you hadn't left the house all week. you tried to keep yourself occupied with music and television, but nothing drew your mind away from him. your parents were worried. they would come in your room a few times a day to check on you, to which you would respond 'i'm fine'.

that certainly wasn't true. the first couple nights were the roughest, you cried and cried. they were the silent kid of cries, the kind where you were so upset, no noise could even come out. eventually you ran out of tears and couldn't cry anymore. sometimes you become so sad you can't even cry anymore. you were numb after that. still very sad, none the less, but truly numb.

to tell the truth, eddie spent the past week in grief as well. looking at old polaroids of the two of you, finding some clothing that belonged to you while packing and reminiscing. he even debated calling sometimes. he would stand at the phone and dial your house number until he only had to punch in the last one, and then he'd realize he didn't actually know what he wanted to say.

he packed all of his stuff up by the end of the week, but didn't want to leave without saying goodbye. at first, he thought maybe he would write a letter, but decided that was too cheesy. he sat in thought for hours, deciding what he was going to do, until he came to a realization that he had no other choice.

it was the night before eddie would leave town. you knew because you'd been keeping track, hoping maybe he'd call or something. he didn't. he'd be across the country in no time. you'd given up all hope. it truly was over between the two of you, and you might never see him again.

or that's what you'd convinced yourself.

it was three a.m. and you hadn't gotten any sleep. you hadn't slept that much the past few nights regardless but, you decided there was no point in staying awake now.

you threw on an oversized t shirt and some of eddie's boxers he had left in your room one time. you sighed at the memory and pulled them on.

a knock at your window startled you, making you jump. you cautiously approached the window and moved the curtains over, only to meet a familiar face. eyes going wide for a second while the boy on the other side of the glass sent a pleading expression your way. you rolled your eyes and pulled your window open. eddie stumbled in, eventually pulling himself to his feet, towering over you.

"y/n." he breathed out, taking in the state you were in. your eyes were still relatively puffy and small bags under your eyes indicated the lack of sleep. your room was messier than normal and most of eddie's belongings had been placed on your desk.

"why are you here?" you questioned sharply. he expected you to be cold when he arrived, but he really hoped he could change that.

"i'm sorry," he raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips together in a sympathetic way, "i'm sorry for the way i told you, i'm sorry for waiting so long to tell you, and i'm sorry for acting the way i acted for weeks." he let it all out, taking a deep breath afterwards.

you pondered over his apology. of course, it was genuine. he was the most genuine guy you knew.

"i didn't deserve any of it. you knew that." you spoke after a moment. you didn't want to accept his apology, though you found it hard not to jump into his arms right then and there.

"i know." he whispered, taking a shaky breath.

"i missed you. as angry and as upset as i am, i still missed you. do you know how fucking pathetic that makes me feel?" your voice cracked as you realized the familiar feeling of tears brimming your eyes had arrived. eddie looked just as upset as you when you said that. he never ever wanted to hurt you, and that was exactly what he'd did.