twenty-five

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(eddie kaspbrak)
*june 7th*
once richie and i get home from the hospital, we go upstairs.
"can i sleep in your room tonight?" i ask.
"uhm, no, i have drugs in there," richie lies.
"i'm not going to be mad," i tell rich.
"please, just, if i let you in don't get mad."
i nod and richie opens his door. i gasp when i see the state of richies room. pictures, clothes, broken pieces of glass are everywhere.
"i'm sorry, eds," richie whispers.
"i'm not mad, rich. just tell me why you did it," i reply.
i bring richie back to my room.
"i was so mad at myself for how i acted and i took it out on you, so i don't know. i just thought it made sense," richie explains.
"hey, later today we'll clean up your room. i'll print you more photos if you want," i tell richie.
richie nods and hugs me.
"thanks. can i sleep in here tonight?" richie asks.
i wipe richies tears, falling down his face.
"of course."

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