Love Lives On

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Sorry.

"Hiya Eds, happy twenty-seventh birthday! It's been ages since I've seen you, I'm sorry, I've been very busy. I'll be with you forever soon, I promise. I miss you. It's nearly been ten years of our marriage! If I don't see you before then, then happy tenth anniversary Eds, I still love you the same amount as I did when I first saw you." Richie said, a single warm tear leaking from the corner of his eye. He placed the roses he had gotten Eddie down next to Eddie's grave, before leaving for the last time.

"I'll be with you forever soon."

Richie walked home, the one he used to share with Eddie before he got shot. He went to his room, the bedroom looking the same as it did when Eddie was here.

Eddie. Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.

That being the only thing Richie ever thought of.

The rest of the night blew by like a blur. Richie crying. Remembering how happy he was before. Happy. Richie wanted to be with Eddie. His Eddie.

So he took his own life to be with him.





Sorry I'm feeling sad so I wrote this bye.

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