ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ( ғɪɴɴ ᴡᴏʟғʜᴀʀᴅ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs ! )

ill see you soon.

richie and i have always grown up together, being around each other was kind of our thing, we were so inseparable.

we we also soulmates, we had the matching tattoo like everyone else. 

everyone had met their soulmate, mine ended up being richie.

there was just one problem, 

we were toxic together.

constant fights, fits, drama, it was non stop. the whole losers club hated seeing us fight, it was like we were breaking up then the next minute we were all lovey dovey and cute together

richie and i are totally toxic. 

dont get me wrong, i'd kill for this kid. but he also makes me so angry at times. 

richie and i just got into another fight. but this one doesnt end up how we thought it would

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"richie!" i yell from upstairs

"yes y/n?" he is watching tv.

i run down the stairs and show what appears to be a bra, but instead not mine, another womans bra. 

i stand in front of him and throw it at him. he catches it and gives me a smirk

"i would rather see this on you babe-" 

"richie, its not mine."

"huh?" his face turns more pale

"this" i take the bra "is not mine" 

he stares at me not knowing what to say.

i look at it and toss it next to him. i start running towards the closest and grab a suitcase, he notices it and runs towards me. 
"y/n-" i push past him and run up stairs, since he is genetically faster than me he grabs my arm, not harsh.

"y/n its not what you think-" i just look at him with my eyes watery and a few tears slipping out.

"i knew it wouldnt ever work out. i knew you would find a way to lead me to this. i knew that the love of my life couldnt handle me. am i too needy? not pretty enough? or maybe its my body. maybe my body just isnt like all the others." now tears are pouring out.

"y/n no-" his face softens.

"too late now richard" i get out of his grip and run to our shared bedroom. 

i start throwing my clothes into the suitcase, i take my phone, phone charger, and i grab a hair tie. as he is taking the stuff and putting it back into my dresser. i put my hair up in a messy ponytail and push him out of the way to put the clothing back in the suitcase.

he grabs my shoulders, not to hurt me, just to make me look at him in the eyes, 

"you cant-cant leave! we-we always-s find a way- y/n please!"

"im done" i say and zip up the suitcase and run down the stairs with more tears in my face.

"someone will be back to pick up my things tomorrow" i say about to leave when he engulfs me in a hug, crying in my chest, arms around my torso.

we stay there for a few minutes, me showing no emotion. arms laying by my side.

"how long" 

he looks up at me "one time i swear!" i look down at him as a disappointed mother would at her kid who did something like drugs.

"and thats one too many times." i push him off of me and start my car.

"no! y/n! please!" he runs after me

i get in my car and before i can lock the doors he gets in the passenger seat and sits down, pulls me onto his lap and hugs me, once again, crying.

"dont leave me. i have no one but you. ill never fight with you again, ill help you with anything i swear!" 

"get out of my car" i say

he looks at me, eyes red and puffy. he has pleading eyes. 

"im sorry i ever trusted you" i get off of his lap and sit in my drivers seat and stare out the window. 

"leave" 

he sniffs and whispers 

"i cant"

"leave richie!" i finally look at him. he sees the hurt in my eyes and slowly gets out, before he shuts the door he says 

"ill never stop loving you" 

i look at him and he shuts the door,

later that night, y/n gets in a car accident.

rest in peace 

y/n l/n

a friend to all

"hi y/n, its me again. richie. uh came to lay some more flowers down."

"missing you alot, im sorry" 

he gathers around the 37  other gatherings of flowers that he laid there just this week 

"i still love you, as my promise i made before i left."

"ill see you soon."