"BUT WHAT'S THE GOOD IN GOODBYE ANYWAY?"
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In which a heartbroken Richie Tozier receives letters from his missing best friend.
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RICHIE X EDD...
"I got a fear, oh, in my blood. He was carried up into the clouds, high above. If you bled, I bleed the same. If you're scared, I'm on my way. Did you run away? Did you run away? I don't need to know. If you ran away. If you ran away, come back home.... Just come home."
-SYML
(Where's My Love, SYML)
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An emotionless expression sat on Richie Tozier's face the morning officers came to his door to see when he last saw his best friend. Ever since that day, Eddie Kaspbrak was confirmed missing. The only people who were searching for the teenage boy were the losers club. The adults, even Eddie's mom, knew the boy was most likely dead in a ditch somewhere. It happened too often in the small town, so it wasn't new or shocking to anybody. Although it wasn't surprising, it still managed to kill the six people who cared about Eddie.
Thick blankets were wrapped around a heartbroken Richie as he forced himself not to sob into his pillow. It had been three weeks since his sidekick disappeared. The six losers spent two of those weeks searching for Eddie but most of them gave up. Bill and Stan were the only two in the club who kept looking.
Bill was in denial about Eddie being gone. He told the gang every day that he knew the smaller boy was alive. He said he just had a feeling. Nobody in the group had the strength to tell him that Eddie Kaspbrak was gone.
Richie had stopped joking around and let the other losers create the sarcastic and dirty comments. He knew the chances of Eds being found alive weren't great, and just thinking about it would hurt his heart in a way it never ached before. Nobody cared or loved Eddie the way Richie did. The two shared a special bond that couldn't be replaced. Everybody in the group knew the sudden disappearance of the loser was hardest on Rich.
"Mom, I don't wanna go out and steal some beer for you again-" the boy groaned into his pillow but was soon stopped when someone cut him off.
"I m-made you some cookies," Bill stuttered. Richie flew up quickly and turned all of his attention to his friend. Once the two made eye contact, Richie's heart grew heavy. Bill sat the cookies on the other boy's desk before he sat at the end of the bed. "Your m-mom let me in, she told me to give you this b-box that was left at your d-doorstep."
"Oh," Richie replied. "Thanks, I guess." The room grew silent while the two teenagers sat there in deep thought. Both of them had a lot of things on their minds but neither of them could share their own thoughts. Bill placed the box at Richie's feet while sneaking in a quick glance of his friend. "Why are you here, Bill?"
"I h-haven't seen you at school," Bill said. "You haven't sh-shown up to any of your classes in a whole w-week. Stan and I are w-worried about you, Richie. I wanted to make sure you were o-okay."
