𝑪𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 - 𝑬𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏

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A/N; you thought this was over? hell no, this is a surprise update;)

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Since Eddie is still wanted for the murders of Chrissy and Patrick, we had to find a place where he would be safe, and out of sight from everyone.

Turns out, Steve and I's house would be perfect for that. Our parents left; according to Steve, when the 'earthquake' hit, they didn't want to spend another second in this "evil" town. They didn't even asked Steve if he wanted to come. Hell, they didn't even ask where I was. Maybe they thought I was with my brother, but it still hurt me.

Didn't they care about their child after such a disaster? Maybe it's better now that they left, I was never really close with them. Yes, my mom did everything she could to keep me with the family after Dr. Brenner took me away, but after that, she never showed much affection to me, or even Steve.

Now the house is empty, so it's the perfect hideout for Eddie. At first, Steve wasn't fully happy with the idea of his staying in the same room as me and so he slept in the guest room for like tow days. But since Steve is almost always with Robin at her house, I took the liberty to move Eddie up to my room. It's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before.

Our job now, I mean me and the group, is to check is something gets out of those huge gates. Like Vecna had showed me. He showed me the future and yet, nothing of that has happened, apart from the gates going through town.

I'm glad that no monsters are roaming the streets about now. It would feel too much like an apocalypse. It still feels like a dream, I can't believe our plan of killing Vecna didn't work. That Max is...

But at least, Eddie's still here. Vecna didn't take him away from me. And I'm so thankful for it. I don't know if it's a good thing to be thankful to Vecna, but just for this, I am.

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After my morning shower, I get dressed and go down stairs.

"Eddie?" I call out his name in the empty house.

"In here!" I hear from the kitchen.

I enter the kitchen area, and a wave of nostaligia hits me hard. This is like it used to be; me and him alone in his trailer, making breakfast and listening to music on his radio. Dancing in the kitchen and just making most of the time we spent together.

His back is turned to me, sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his bare back staring straight at me. He's in front of me.

He's not dead. He's okay.

A smile appears on my lips and I make my way towards him. I wrap my arms around his torso and he hums.

"Hi" I whisper to him,  my face against his back.

"Morning" he says back and I can tell he had a smile on his face. I can see the dimple forming in his cheek. He turns to me and my arms stay around him, he places his hands on his of my shoulders and they slowly make their way to cup my lower jaw, "You okay?" he asks.

"Yeah" I smile softly, "Couldn't be better"

"I still can't believe you're... here" he chuckles in disbelief.

"Better get used to it Munson" I joke.

"Wouldn't dream of anything else" he softly says and leans down to kiss my lips tenderly.

"What do you want to do today?" I ask him.

"I have an idea" he smirks.

I roll my eyes and a smile creeps up on my face, "Shut up" I slap playfully his arm.