𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 ✦ 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 [ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 ]

🎈 d e a r e s t 🎈

a/n: welcome back to my shit book. i think this book really sucks like reallllyyy sucks and I might discontinue it. however i wanna make you guys happy and bring you all family 👏 friendly 👏 alternative 👏 content 👏 so just tell me if i should continuit. i love you guys mwah 💕💖 ALSO FRANCE WON AGAINST BELGIUM AND MY BB PAVARD ALMOST SCORED A GOAL! VIVE LE FRANÇAIS im so happy I'm living okokok bye! *eats pain au chocolat*

two weeks later

"please, mom, i'm sorry. just listen to me, please. i didn't me—well, i did mean it then, but i was angry and i don't know why and i'm still angry. i'm missing something in my life right now...i just feel s-so...so empty, mom. so empty. i should've never been so arrogant, i—"

The mailbox is full and cannot accept any messages at this time, goodbye.

eddie was living in a hotel. he financially managed himself quite well, however, emotionally, everything had crashed and burned. his mom hated him, he hated himself. richie hated him.

"what a fool, i am," he said to himself, "everything is so bad."

there is a time for change. the universe knows when that time is, not anyone else.

"good riddance, eddie spaghetti, i hope you had the time of your life."

he cringed at those words, he replayed them in his head over and over and over until he would fall asleep, tears pricking at his eyes. "oh, god, no, oh god..." he would repeat.

the telephone rang, and eddie shot up from his spot on the bed; he hoped to god it was his mother.

"h-h-hey e-eddie."

a voice he hadn't heard in months. bill denbrough. eddie was overjoyed.

"bill," he cried a bit too enthusiastically, "oh, man, i'm so glad you've called!"

"y-yeah, i h-heard the n-news. i-i-is everthing o-okay?"

eddie shook his head lightly. "no, bill, i need to talk to my mother."

"you need to talk to richie."

eddie gulped at those words, knowing bill was serious. bill squinted his eyes sternly, and eddie could practically hear it through the phone.

"come on, bill, he doesn't love me!"

"he doesn't love you? richie doesn't fucking love you? let me tell you something, edward kaspbrak, i visited him last night. he's been crying his fucking eyes out because he misses you. he thinks everything is his fault. for fucks sake, eddie, you've been together for years! even stan and i don't have that spark you and richie have. don't you ever think that fucker doesn't love you. because he does. with all his heart."

eddie felt the tears cling to his hot cheeks. what has he done? he's created a problem that shouldn't have existed. why did i do this to him? he thought, why did i have to be so selfish? it was always him loving me, him caring for me. i never cared for him.

i love him.

"thank you, bill."

before he could respond, eddie hung up, checked out of the hotel.