[pairing: Reddie] [this is written a little differently than my other one shots and idk if it's considered poetry or not but i'm proud of this one :)]
As a little boy, Eddie Kaspbrak's favorite color was pink. It was the color of his pills that slid down his throat with a glass of milk and made him better, the color his mamma's dresses and kisses, the minty medicine that he guzzled when his stomach was wrestling with itself. It was the color of sickness, but it was also the color of home.
As Eddie Kaspbrak grew and found a life outside of home, pink was the color of his mamma's nails as she grasped at his shirt and arms, the color of her cheeks as her grating shrieks begged her only son to stay inside, the color of a Pepto-Bismol stain on the living room carpet because it was all bullshit and maybe he never got a real stomach ache, maybe that was bullshit too and NO, a sip of medicine won't make it better. It was the color of turmoil, but it was the color of home.
As Eddie and the Loser's Club had their miserable yet wonderful summer, pink was the color of the leper's tongue, the color of the sky hanging low in the Barrens after a long day, the color of Eddie's cheeks when Richie called him 'Eds,' because yes he hated it but maybe he liked it a little or a lot too. It was the color of fear, but it was the color of friendship, and to Eddie, that was home.
As that fateful summer rolled - halted, really - to an end, pink was the color of the friendship bracelet that Richie gave him, the color of the strawberry shake they shared after school, the color of the sloppily written poem signed R slipped into his locker and the color of his cheeks when he read it. It was the color of butterflies and skipped heartbeats, and it was home.
As Eddie straightened his bowtie before walking down the aisle, pink was the color of the champagne that gave him courage, the color of the bouquet in his dressing room signed "this is it, Eds", the color of the Pepto-Bismol he drank because maybe his sicknesses were all bullshit but goddamn his stomach was in anxious knots and that was real because pink was still his favorite color, and it was once the color of bittersweet memories but now it was nothing but home and the blush on his soon-to-be husband's freckled cheeks.
