Eddie Munson - One Shots II

007. Nothing Matters

"Jesus, you know what I'm talking about." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Bad love? Seriously, you're looking for that?"

"Not in the way you're thinking, Wheeler. What I mean is, like when you have it so bad for someone, that physical fucking ache. That passion, that fire, that intensity." I said, as Robin giggled.

"Of course you think that's funny." I added, as she cleared her throat.

"Yeah, and somehow there was someone who'd have suited that job description down to the letter." Robin said, with a deep sigh.

"Well, I was very late to that front. Didn't see it did I?" I asked, a little glum.

"You did see it." Robin argued.

"You just didn't get the chance. Saving the world sort of took precedent." Nancy added, in agreement.

"Okay, maybe it was clear at that point, maybe even for both of us. And then he left." I said, relenting slightly.

"Can you blame him for leaving?" Nancy asked.

"Not really. He died, El brought him back and despite saving the world and the town, they still wanted to hang, draw and quarter him. Hopper just about got him out." I said.

"And I'm over simplifying that too." I added.

"And let's face it, he can't exactly come back, can he?" I continued.

"I mean, he could." Nancy said, as I sighed.

"Listen, that's done. Sure, we maybe had a little thing for each other, but that was six years ago. And we all thought we were gonna die. So was it just wanting to be with someone we liked, whilst speeding towards the end?" I asked.

"You're as cynical as he was, that's for sure." Nancy said.

"Also, little thing?" Nancy added.

"Over simplifying it again." Robin said, rolling her eyes.

"But.... I hope he's happy, where he is." Robin said, as I smiled weakly.

"So do I. If anyone deserved a happy ending, it was him." I said.

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Eddie

Did I get my happy ending?
My fresh start, my do over?

In a manner of speaking.

I'd settled in Indianapolis, had met a nice girl, and things had been great to start with.

But there was always that void.
That void deep inside of me, that she hadn't ever quite been able to fill.

And that void had grown larger, as of late.

I missed my dysfunctional group of friends, and I missed the girl I'd had the biggest crush on, maybe even deep feelings for, which had been pushed aside somewhat, whilst we were busy saving the world.

The girl with the bright blue eyes, and the widest smile.

The girl with the sass, the long raven hair, that feisty attitude and that zest to fight and survive.

We had the same fight within us, for very different reasons.

But the same, nonetheless.

And I would always remember seeing my fight, reflected in her eyes.

It was obviously morally wrong for me to think of her as often as I did, with being in a relationship with someone else, but it was hard not to.

Real hard.