𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 : 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

it was a one night stand.

sleeping with your best friend, it either results greatly or poorly.

in this instance, poorly. very poorly.

eddie had snuck out in that early morning after being wrapped up in richie's arms as he slept.

something just . . . did not feel right.

but, what ?

eddie went home, grabbed the suitcase from the top of his closet, threw a bunch of clothes and other necessities in and left.

he left derry.

no note left behind to explain.

no one to know where he had gone and why. 

all he left was a crude writing on the white board hung up on the fridge.

" don't come looking for me. goodbye, momma. "

he left with so many emotions.

confusion.
worrisome.
sadness.
and heart-render.

what did he do ?

why on earth did he sleep with richie ?

' he's my best friend ! '

' he's straight ! '

' i don't love him like that. '

' do i ? '

his head filled with worry and stress.

so confused, so confused.

did he love richie ?

he didn't know.

' what would this do to the friend group ? would it change anything ? would i be looked down upon ? what if what richie said was just in the heat of the moment ? he can't love me, we're just friends. '

just friends.

friends.

feelings. feelings. feelings.

everything is a blur.

his mind races faster with every thought and his head throbs in pain.

' i'm leaving. i can't handle this any longer. '

" goodbye, derry. see you soon. "