Do Not Fucking Touch Me // Reddie

Sixty-Four

(Author's Note: I am not sure if I want to continue with this book any more. I will write this chapter to sum things up and close it for now, as a sort of thank you to everyone who read it, everyone who loved it and commented and made me feel like what I was doing really mattered. However, I am currently struggling with an eating disorder and still with my longtime friend depression, so I just simply do not have the motivation nor the interest in continuing this anymore. Thank you all for reading.)

"Please listen to me," I cried out, banging restless fists upon Richie's bedroom door. I tried to sound collected and calm, because he never responded well with heavy emotion. Inside, however, I was screaming my lungs sore. 

"Go away!" he quietly sobbed from the other side of the door.

I started crying even more. I knew that he wouldn't listen to me after what he thinks he just saw. He thinks I'm cheating on him. I should have been more devoted to him, and made him feel more secure. He deserved that, after all we had been through. He was there for me when I tried to kill myself, for heaven's sakes. I feared the same theoretics were bouncing around his brain now.

I sat there crying my eyes out for hours. His parents knew what was going on and they didn't disturb me or him. We both sat there with our backs pressed against opposite ends of the door and cried.

"Richie. I love you. I wasn't cheating on you. I could never. I was talking to Mike about how I've been feeling depressed lately. I should have just told you. I should have just explained it to you so none of this fucking shit would have ever happened."

A few moments of silence crept by and I felt the door nudge. I scooted away from it on the floor in bewilderment and watched the door handle slowly turn to the right. The door swung open and revealed the love of my life, crying, standing, holding the knob of the door. I shot up and ran into his room. I hugged him so tight and began crying even louder into his shirt. We cried while squeezing each other's ribs apart for what felt like forever. It was the most beautiful moment I've ever experienced.  We had each other still, through it all. We clung to each other and we cried, but we knew then everything would be fine. 

Richie reached out and held my hand and squeezed it. He ran his finger across the gold band he had just placed on my finger and smiled at me. 

"I love you, Richie. I do, I do, one million times over."

He shed a tear and smiled and laughed as the crowd sent loving gestures and murmured "aww's"

"I now, proudly present, Richie and Eddie Tozier!" the officiator announced. People clapped, they whistled, they cheered and smiled as I leaned in for another kiss with my love. 

"I can't believe we went with your last name," I teased.

He shot me an overdramatic shocked face. "Well I guess you're gonna have to live with it, Eds."

I smiled at the crowd, waved to my family and friends, and closed my eyes. I smiled brighter than I ever had before. "Guess so," I said, as happy as I ever could be. 

"And don't call me Eds."