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"richie, help me!"
"no, rich help me!"
the glasses clad boy stood staring at the edge of the cliff with wide eyes, panic arising in his veins.
he was in love with the both of them, but knew he could only save one.
how in the hell was he supposed to choose?
he had known one since he was in the womb, not really gaining feelings until a year prior to now while the other, when he had first locked eyes with him he knew he couldn't let the boy go.
"don't do this, please. i don't wanna die yet!" the kaspbrak boy pleads, his breath getting ragged.
richie glances over at (y/n), who was just silently crying, their gaze never leaving his.
he was beginning to sweat, his mind telling him to attempt to save them both but his heart telling him it won't work.
with a shaky, clammy hand, the tozier boy reaches for (y/n). he gets them onto the top safely, a breath of relief falling past his lips.
richie turns around to grab eddie's hand but just as he does, the boy's grip loosens and he falls, the deafening sound of his fragile body hitting the rock at the bottom causing the tozier boy to cringe.
he lets out a scream, leaning over the edge, his arm still extended. tears rush down his cheeks as he continues to cry out for the boy, not even processing y/n's gentle touch on his back.
"eddie, no! come back!" he whimpers, his voice going hoarse from the harsh sobs.
"richie, come on." (y/n) shakes his shoulder, their facial expression is one of distraught, "get up!"
"no no no. poor eds, i-i could've saved him if i had just been quicker." the dark haired boy cries. (y/n) shakes their head, pulling the boy up by his shoulders, and dragging him away from the edge.
"richie."
"richie."
"richie!"
the harshness of (y/n)'s voice causes richie tozier to jump out of his sleep, his eyes wild and his clothes matted down to him from how badly he was sweating.
the boy frantically looks around his room at the losers who all stare back at him with worry.
"w-what happened?" bill denbrough asks softly, resting a hand on the boys shoulder.
