so be it

a valentines tragedy

'flowers' is the first thing that comes to eddie mind. it's valentine's day and he needs to think of a present for richie. 'does he even like flowers? what am i talking about, he loves anything i give to him!' and this is very much true; richie loves anything that is given to him by eddie. he picks a few daisies from the field, and then walks down to the train tracks and picks some more flowers that he doesn't know that name of. as he walks back home he is about to go down an alleyway, but he stops as he's sees richie and bill talking. eddie hides around the corner and listens into their conversation. "...i don't even like him! i'm just pretending i do so he would do stuff for me" he hears richie say, laughing. as these words are said, eddie realises that richie's talking about him. he's talking about eddie. the pain he feels is almost equivalent to someone stabbing his heart. 'why the hell would he do that? i fucking hate him!' eddie thinks as he throws the flowers on the ground and takes a detour to his house in order to avoid the alleyway. tears stream down his face as he walks. 'i loved him' he thinks 'i loved him with all my heart and he does this?! and on valentine's day too, fuck him'. when eddie gets home, he goes to his room and cries into his pillow for hours. the next day he gets a call. "hey where were you yesterday? we agreed on going to the quarry for our date" richie asks from the other side of the phone. without an answer, eddie hangs up. 'why the hell is he acting like he still loves me? oh right, he's just pretending so he can get me to do stuff. that's so stupid!' he goes back to his room. over in richie's house, richie is so confused by why eddie hung up. he calls again. eddie storms out of his room and picks up the phone. "hey why did y-" richie starts. "fuck you" eddie interrupts. he puts down the phone and goes back to his room.