As soon as Richie inhaled the smoke from the joint placed in between his fingers, the overwhelming distress he was previously feeling ebbed away. Richie was filled with a sense of tranquility - and for the first time in weeks, he felt at peace. The boy closed his eyes and let the psychoactive chemicals relax him.
It was a pleasant night. The comforting, fluorescent moonlight shone brightly along with the sparkling stars peppering the dark sky. Richie was lying down on a rough, sandy cliff as the waves from the sea below him gushed. The wind blew softly, providing solace for the melancholy boy.
"I thought I'd find you here." Richie ignored the voice and went on about his business.
"Really? So you're just going to ignore me?" Beverly ambled towards the boy, her arms crossed. She looked at Richie's face. A sense of dread and uneasiness came over her.
She saw the dark bags underneath his eyes - even though the two were in the shadows. His once healthy skin had turned pale and lifeless. Though Richie had always been a gangly child, he looked emaciated.
"Richie, you look worse than before. I'm worried - we're worried!" Bev snatched he stick in between his hands.
This caught Richie's attention. He opened his eyes and glared at the redhead standing above her. "Hey! Give that back!"
"No, you've had enough. I think this is your fifth one today," She dropped the joint and stepped on it vigorously, showing how much she disapproved. "Listen, I smoke too, okay? But this is way too much Richie!"
"You just wasted a perfectly good joint!"
"Richie, I-" Beverly's voice broke. "It's been years since Eddie has left us, all right? We're already 18! You've got to move on. He's gone - and as far as I know, he won't come back."
Richie huffed. "You make it sound like he's dead."
"You make it seem like he's dead." Salty tears streamed down the girl's face. "You smoke too much, you grieve nonstop, you d-"
"I know! Do you think I don't realize that?! I know I smoke too much and all that shit, okay? I know damn well that he's not going to come back.
I'm trying my best! Can't you see that? I'm trying - so hard. But nothing's working Bev." A tear broke free from the boy's eye; and soon enough, an unbroken stream followed. Richie sat up and pulled his knees to his chest as he sobbed uncontrollably.
"Nothing's working." Richie whispered.
He looked extremely fragile and broken at that exact moment. Richie clutched his legs to his chest with his bony arms tightly. He held onto it as if it was a lifeline. The image shattered Bev's heart.
She fell to her knees and hugged Richie as closely as she could. There was not a single space between them - it was nonexistent. Hot, salty tears soaked through the thin material of her shirt.
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What's popping? This is Nico here - yep, Nico. I just realised that I like my current nickname better than 'Trec' lmao. Anyway, thanks for reading! I'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors (don't be afraid to point it out so I could edit it) and that this chapter is super short. I'll try to make a longer one as soon as I can. Also, unlike the prequel, I have actual plans for this one hehe. All I planned for 'Hurt | Reddie' was that it was going to have a sad ending lmao - which is pretty wack. Anyway, do y'all think this is going to have a sad ending or a happy one? Goodbi and take care!
Nico 💫
P.S
Have you all seen the new trailer? I'm so excited :>
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Okay, so, I actually posted this before lmao - I just unpublished it. Anyway, I feel like writing again yeeyee. I'm not sure when I'll post the next chapter though; however, I will try to write it as soon as I can.
Nico ⚡
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I Still Love You | Reddie
Fanfiction"Richie, I-" Beverly's voice broke. "It's been years since Eddie has left us, all right? We're already 18! You've got to move on. He's gone - and as far as I know, he won't come back." Richie huffed. "You make it sound like he's dead." "You make it...
