"I can't help it Eddie, I-I love her" he stops gapping at his own words, every nerve in his body flooding with Energy "I love her" he said again "I love her and I'm not good enough for her because I do things like this, I ruin everything I touch a-and I can't ruin her, I won't let myself" he pauses before continuing his rant "I'm not good enough for her"
"Beep Beep Richie" A small shaky voice says from behind him
(I like outfits from this generation so the outfits aren't going to match up with the times, same with music. Sorry)
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"you should've told me."
"i couldn't."
"i would've helped."
"you couldn't have,
you still can't."
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i wrote this book when i was younger and was going through some stuff, so needless to say, it's shitty and cringey sorry ?