Reddie Short Stories

Sorry

Warning! Suicide
Text in italics are memories/flashbacks. Enjoy

Richie stepped out of his apartment for the last time, locking his front door and walking away from it, his head down and his curls fell into his dark, emotionless eyes. Richie walked, and he walked, until he found the place his feet were looking for. His head still faced the damp ground, and his hands sunk into his pockets. He couldn't bare it anymore. Eddie was the only thing that made him happy, but ever since he left, Richie knew he had to join him.

Eddie lost his life in a car crash, caused by his psycho mother, who somehow survived. Richie loathed Eddie's mother before this 'accident', but after she caused his precious Eddie to die, he wanted to kill her, he hated her so much.

But, Richie wasn't a murderer, unless you would count the following events as murder.

Richie sat on top of the bridge, his legs dangling high above the cool water that tried to lure him in. Richie closed his eyes and remembered all the times he had kissed Eddie, hugged him, complemented him and made his smile his adorable little smile, and a tear slipped Richie's eye.

God, Richie missed him. He missed his eyes, his fluffy hair, his smile, his lips, his cute, tiny waist. Everything. Richie could remember every single part of Eddie's body vividly, and it angered him that he would never get to hold him in his arms again.

He had had enough of it.

He stood up, inhaled a deep breath of the polluted air around him and closed his eyes.

Wanna dance, Eddie Spaghetti?" Richie asked, ignoring Eddie as he stared up at him.
"Y-yeah." Eddie smiled; taking Richie's hand. Richie lead Eddie to the center of the hall, where a slow song started to play.
"I can't dance," Eddie mumbled, looking down at his feet.
"I'll teach you, since I'm so good at everything."

Richie's body gave up, his body slipped and started falling, and the final memories of Eddie went through his head.

"That's Orion" Eddie said, his finger pointing up at some stars.

"I can tell because of the three stars in line there. That's his belt." Eddie carried on.

"Beautiful, isn't it." Eddie smiled.

"Yeah, beautiful." Richie replied, but he wasn't looking at the stars, he was looking at Eddie.

Richie's body hit the water, the pressure killing him instantly, the last memory on his mind was Eddie, the best thought to fall asleep forever to.