Leap of faith || Reddie

37 ~ Regret

(3 days later)

Eddie's Pov:

I already miss him, and that's not okay. I told him that we needed a break. NOT A 3 DAY GRIEVANCE.

When we talked the other day, he looked really sad. I could tell that he was sorry.. but I did what I thought was the right thing to do.

The rest if the Losers have been quiet about what has been going on. Im assuming Stan told all of them that me and Richie got into a fight.

Bev brought over cookies the next day, and we went shopping. She kept giving me compliments and I definitely knew something was up. She was trying to make me feel better.

As with Richie, I haven't seen or spoken to him since the breakup. And I'll be honest and tell you, I don't think he has left his house at all. I don't want me to be the cause of his sadness... I knew he would take it hard but not this hard.

Plus it's only been 3 days and he's been like this!

Im hoping I just didn't throw him over the edge.. I mean he did say that he would of practically killed himself at some point if I didn't come into his life. (Cause Im the only thing that makes him happy¿?)

Maybe I should talk to him.

Talking never hurts anyone.

Anyways, right now Im stuffing my face with cookies and watching tv. My mom told me that she's going to be out for a few hours so I can do whatever I want..... as long as I remember to take my pills 🙄

Yeah, like I actually do that in the first place. She tricked me already with gazebos, I'm not falling for it again.

I go through the different channels and can't find anything to watch. There's nothing good to watch nowadays.

I turn off the tv and walk out the door. Maybe I should go talk to him?

'But how pathetic would I be if it turns out I can't even go 3 days without him?'

'That doesn't matter. You need to talk to him.'

'What if he doesn't want to talk to me?'

'He does want to talk to you'

I groan at the conflict in my mind, and hop into my bike. I'm hoping I don't tun into Bowers. That will screw things up more.

I'm guessing that Richie is at his home, and not somewhere else where I won't be able to find him.

I can see his house up ahead and my stomach is filled with butterflies and spiders. Ew I hate bugs.

I feel my palms sweat and my hands start to slip on my handle bars.

'I can do this' I tell myself.

'There is nothing to worry about. We're just going to talk.'

All of a sudden, I see Richie running out the door, and sitting in the grass in the front yard.

He looks angry.

Richie runs a hand through his thiqq hair and allows his glasses to fall off of his face and land on the ground bellow him.

I personally think he looks cuter either way so..

I lift my leg back over my bike, and I walk with it slowly. Richie looks sad too..

Once I get close enough, I call his name.

"R-Richie?" I murmur.

He looks at me with a shocked expression on his face. He looks like I scared him or something.