Love Is Love/reddie fix it fic

"me too"

-after they defeat pennywise (how original i know)-
Duologue will be wrong and will be summarize so bare with me

     The losers all shared a breath of relief. All except one. "Eddie!?", Richard gasped. (Damn, that sounded cheesy, this is definitely not my strong spot in writing). They all darted towards a motionless Eddie laying on the cold ground infested with germs, Richie being the first to get there.

     "We did it buddy, we actually did it", Richie exclaimed with a soft grin on his face. No response. Richie placed his shakey hand on Eddie's wounded cheek. "Eddie?", his voice broke. There was silence. He leaned closer. Richie's eyes began to swell up with tears. This couldn't be it, could it. He was just injured. Very badly injured.

     "Richie?" Beverly said with a wince. Richard looked up. He saw her tears cracking through the crusted dirt on her face.

     "What?", said Rich in a vile tone as if to be spitting venom.

     "I-I think he's dead.", her voice quivered.
     Dead. That word made Richie's heart drop to his stomach. That word pierced into him. That word would mark the end, and Richie didn't want to know anything about the end. To Rich, this was no possibility. He just got to see him again, he just came to terms with his sexuality, he just couldn't afford to lose the love of his life, he couldn't stand being alone anymore. He'd already lost Stan, he couldn't lose Eds too.

     His eyes were rimmed by tears threatening to spill.

     Richard said nothing in response, he just stared desperately at Eddie hoping he'd wake. That's when the whole place started to crumble. That's when the tears streamed down his cheeks, little winces escaped his mouth.

     "R-Rich? We g-gotta go.", Bill said apologetically. But Rich wasn't going anywhere without Eddie. He just shook his head as he stared at the the ground.

     The place shook violently, alerting the losers
that they had to go. "R-Richie. We hev-have to go.", Bill repeated. Richard snapped.

     "And leave him down here! Are you insane! Are you fucking with me right now! We can't do that to Eds.", Richie soften as he spoke Eddie's name. "He wouldn't like that. Bill please.", his voice was rough, but soft at the same time. I was an uneasy balance of anger and melancholy. Rich stared downwards refusing to look at any of the losers, he couldn't even stand looking at Eddie in the state he was in. Mike stretched his hand out towards Richie's shoulders to give him a reassuring touch.
"Don't you dare fucking touch me Mike! Don't you fucking dare."

     The losers started getting impatient. The place could collapse in any minute. But none of that mattered to Richie at the moment. They all knew Richie wasn't going anywhere. Ben's emotions flooded with empathy. He inched closer towards Richard

     "Maybe you can carry him back?", Ben winced. Richie slightly nodded. "C'mon, I'll help you."

     Richie held Eds in his arms. As he swiftly jogged out. It was a bit of a stuggle to make it back through the so called path. He still longed for Eds to open his chocolate colored eyes. He just wanted to be able to spill his heart out which bottled the emotions that have been repressed for too long.

     The losers sprinted out the creaky door as the house crumbled behind them. They stopped a while to look back at how close they were to being devoured by the pile of rotting wood and cracked concrete. All except Richie.

     "Hospital!", he cried in a panicked tone. They wiped their heads to see Richie impatiently waiting already a few yards ahead. "He didn't actually think eds was still alive did he?", They asked themselves. Bev slightly jogged to Rich with sympathy in her eyes.

     "I- ", she struggled to find the right words. She looked back at the losers, who all knew what was going on.

     "You what?", he said hesitantly.

     "You know."

     "No I don't know.", he began to raise his voice. The tears battled to creep out. His eyes were glossy with tears and as red as the blush on his nose. He sniffed trying to keep himself contained. He knew well enough what the others knew. But he had to at least try.

    "I think he's gone. Rich", she said softly.
     Richie just stared. The tears poured down as he collapse onto the hot pavement while holding Eddie tightly in his arms as he shook his head and rocked back and forth. He sobbed silently. He let out a shaken whisper fully knowing that Eds couldn't hear him, "I love you."

     As the losers began to approach the sight, Richie heard a voice. It was a soft voice, a voice that struggled to come out. One that was barely audible, one that was only between Richie and Eddie, one that no one else could hear, one that hit Richie hard and rung in his ears. One that flooded Richard with hope; "me too."