BLEACHED ✧ REDDIE

| ONE - まずは

— まずは !

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— EDDIE KASPBRAK SOWED SOMETHING DEEP WITHIN RICHIE TOZIER'S SOUL FROM THE MOMENT HE LAID EYES UPON THE SUN KISSED BEAUTY!

something so deep and planted within his lungs that its roots now intertwined with richie's ribcage. a sense of nostalgia hits all at once as the leggy boy remembers how taken he was with the freckled goddess he later knew as eddie kaspbrak. richie tozier, in all his eighteen years of life had not once believed in the fairytale that was love at first sight.

but oh how bewitched he was when a sunshine boy, laced with glitter and gold and magic, appeared on his domain, under his bridge and on the brink of an asthma attack. eddie was struggling to breathe, hair matted to his head, clothes soaked through and tainted with muddy stains. his face was red and his eyes were puffy, a streak of dried blood painting his freckled cheeks.

and if you asked richie, he would always say how beautiful eddie is, how pretty the small starlight boy has always been. of course he would, because that's how it always has been. but then, in that moment, when richie's breath caught in his throat and his chest felt constricted by the warmth that threatened to burn him alive, then was when richie surrendered his soul to the goddess boy named eddie kaspbrak. then was when richie knew that eddie was the most breathtaking thing he had ever seen. that was the prettiest richie had ever seen eddie, his eyes virgins to the ethereal boy's beauty.

eddie kaspbrak was fucking gorgeous, with his strawberry painted lips and peach pit eyes coated in sea salt tears.

it was a tuesday afternoon, richie recalls the day in vivid picture. of course he would remember every detail of the day heaven sent him a wandering angel. of the day richie tozier fell prey to the fire that burned behind two glasses of honey whiskey, the hot embers catching his coattail and swallowing him in flames.

because eddie kaspbrak is the fucking sun and everything turns to ash when it gets too close to the sun.

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— IT WAS BASICALLY A RITUAL BY NOW FOR RICHIE TO MEET UP WITH A SPITFIRE GIRL NAMED BEVERLY MARSH UNDER THE BRIDGE ON THE SOUTH SIDE OF DERRY!

every tuesday and thursday afternoon was spent chain smoking camels and marlboros, blowing lazy smoke like chimneys in december. they liked to climb the rocks down to the undercarriage of the abandoned bridge near their houses, both living on the south side of derry where the devil liked to lurk. something about their side of town warded off fairy dust and sunlight, and maybe it had to do with the depleting houses or the crime rate or the bridge they took refuge under, the bridge where many took their last breaths.

it started as a habit, coming to south side bridge, when they were fourteen and fifteen, needing a safe place to dwell when home no longer felt like home, which was more often than not.

beverly's father liked to play house and richie's parents liked to treat him with party favours and then pretend they didn't have a son to begin with. he preferred when they ignored him.

"so," beverly starts off, flicking the ash from her nubby cigarette. it's a little windy and the skies are rolling over with dark grey storm clouds. "how's the car coming?"