reddie reunited

part three

"hey rich... it's mike, i kept your number just in case of emergencies. seen as you're going to new york tomorrow for your gig, i was wondering if you could stop by myras and tell her the news about... you know...eddie."

"don't say that mike. you know i can't do that"

"you can't do what richie? please do this for us you always got on the best with eddie anyway."

"um i guess i could try to fit it in"

" thanks richie sorry for the inconvenience but good luck for the show!"

" um ok bye..."

*mike hangs up*

jesus christ, i cant do this, i'm not even doing the goddamn gig anymore. but i don't have to tell them do i? realistically, i could go to new york.. to talk to myra though? that's one thing i wasn't looking forward to. i had hated her since eddie told us he was married to her and now to talk to her face to face? that's a nightmare in itself. how would i even do it? just 'hey myra! i came here all the way from la to tell you that your husband is d..d..d' perfect. how am i gonna tell his wife if i can't even say the word?! this really is gonna be harder than i thought.

-time skip, new york-

mike sent me the address and i set off to myra's house. i was so nervous. i couldn't stop shaking. how was i going to do this? i had managed to put together a speech just as i turned down the estate that myra lived on. it broke my heart knowing that this was the street my eddie used to live on. this was his home. his family. i was a mess. i hesitantly walked up the steps leading to her door. i stood there for a couple minutes as one last tear stumbled down my cheek, i knocked three times and stepped back. she opened the door ever-so slightly.

"hello? who is this?"

"hi.. are you.. myra kaspbrak?"

"i am.. and you are?"

"i- um- i'm a friend of your husbands"

she let out a slight gasp and fully opened the door.

"what did you s- wait, aren't you richie tozier? the comedian?"

"yours truly" i answered, rubbing the back of my neck.

"oh my.. hi! my husband is a big fan of yours! please come in!"

i smiled as she greeted me into her home. was she really as bad as i thought? i walked in and saw the wall of photographs from their wedding day. he looked so happy.. i was embracing the lingering smell of eddies cologne as i heard a voice from the kitchen.

"tea or coffee sweetie?"

"oh! i um- i'm not thirsty, thank you."

she smiled and cleared her throat.
"so you said you know.. eddie-bear?"

i cringed at the name and gulped. how do i even say this.

"um yeah.. about that-"

i couldn't hold it in anymore. there i was, sobbing like a baby, in my crushes wives kitchen. good times.

"woah- um richie.. what's going on?"

i couldn't stop crying. she speed-walked over to me and sat down next me to on the sofa.

"he's gone myra. he's gone"

i managed to mutter out the words but they hurt so much. it felt like knives to my chest. i slowly looked up at myra, my eyes glossy and full of tears, just to find that she looked the exact same.

"wh- what do you mean he's...gone?"

i sighed and shook my head.

"i'm sorry myra"

we both broke down there and then. i looked over at her. why was i acting like this? why was i acting like i was the victim here? this is bound to be hard on myra, possibly even more hard than it was on me. as much as i loved eddie, it was her husband, he loved her and she loved him, i couldn't change that. it was a lot to take in, i knew i couldn't just sit there and let her cry. i awkwardly shuffled over and put my arm around her she just sobbed into my shoulder. we was both hurting so much, we had both lost the love of our lives and all we could do was comfort eachother.

"i'm so sorry myra, trust me, i know how you feel."

i gulped before saying something i never knew i could.

"i feel the same way about eddie that you do"

myra stared at me with a puzzled look on her face whilst wiping her glossy eyes with the sleeve of her dress. i smiled softly as i let one final tear escape.

"i've loved him since we were kids, at least you got the chance to tell him that you loved him. i didn't even get the chance. like holy cow- you was living my dream, i had been planning our mine and eddies wedding since i was 7."

i chuckled and she just she smiled at me with a sorrowful look in her eyes. 

"oh wow, you're that richie!"

i looked up, completely clueless. she giggled.

"he felt the same way, richie. gosh, you're both just as oblivious as eachother!"

she let out a sigh and smiled.

"look, this is going to be a shock and i guess this isn't really my place to tell you but... eddie was bi, richie. he told me when we first met. i knew he loved me but he said there was some else, somebody he loved his whole life but never got to tell. you're that someone richie."

"w- what? dang lady, you're just as crazy as me! eds never loved me! if he did then why would he marry you?"

"you always have and always will hold a special part of his heart richie. he married me because he did love me.. but he said that no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't let go of that person. i assumed since he watched every single one of your shows that it was a super-fan thing but now i know that it's so much more than that."

she smiled and grabbed my hand, we cried together for a little longer. she really wasn't as bad as i thought.