only a dead memory.

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it had been weeks since eddie had heard anything about richie. eddie continued to stay in his foster home as the custody battle continued for eddie.

staying in the house was horrendous, eddie was constantly being abused. hope was being lost. the whole reason eddie fled from his mother was to avoid the mistreatment only to run into the arms of an identical beast that were his foster parents.

they didn't care about him, it was all about the money and it always will be. they didn't care if eddie was hungry, sad, hurt, or lonely. once again, money was the only thing they had love for.

since money was their everything they brought in another young boy into the foster home increasing their profit. eddie witnessed how fast the two adults changed their ways as soon as the child arrived with a social worker, the kindness in their eyes seemed so real. soon enough the social worker left and again the monsters came out, but eventually slept leaving the boy and eddie alone in the kitchen looking for anything to eat.

"i'm oliver by the way," the young boy speaks quietly.

"eddie." eddie spoke sharply and fast not attempting to have a conversation and trust someone else that might also disappear.

but ofcourse things will never go his way.

"hey, can i ask you something" oliver sooke shyly.

"what" eddie responded continuing to raid the cabinets.

"uhh-um they never told me where to sleep?" oliver asked confused.

"shit," eddie said quitely realizing there wasn't any rooms available, "there is no rooms open, but i guess you can sleep in mine." he became angry with himself because he was letting his kindness slip.

"do you mind if i go up there? i'm exhausted,"

"sure" eddie said and told him the directions to his room.

he watched as oliver grabbed his bags and walked up the stairs with black circles around his tired eyes.

after searching for food he decided to give up and head to his room. he was met with oliver reading the not on eddie's dresser, richies note.

"who's this from?" oliver glances up at eddie in the doorway.

"it's only a dead memory now." eddie grabbed the paper from oliver and threw it into his trash can. that night eddie silently cried himself to sleep coming to a. realization that he may never see richie again and feel the same feeling he got when they were around one another. the feeling could be gone forever and that shattered his hearts into a million pieces, he didn't want to be alone, but what other choice did he have?

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