black mirror: be right back/it au » you’re not eds. [+maybe soon]
“you’re…you’re not him. you are not my eds.”
richie’s eyes were screwed shut, nails digging into his side to stop him from lashing out even more, all that bottled up emotions threatening to crack.
“you’re just not him, okay? eddie would’ve shoved me back. he would’ve lost his shit over all of this. he would’ve snapped at me for calling him eds. he would’ve been all red in the face, full of rage and sass. he wouldn’t just be fucking calm!”
there is silence from eddie, the carbon copy of his deceased lover probably scrambling to find an appropriate response, and it reminds richie of how flustered and annoyed the real eddie would have gotten when not knowing the answer to something, how he’d either pull a big bill and stutter away while fidgeting with the hems of his shirt, or his personal favorite one, eddie just bluntly telling him to fuck off.
“you’re just a few ripples of him. there’s no history to you. you’re just a performance of stuff that he performed, and it’s not fucking enough.”
richie swallowed the lump in his throat down, running a shaky hand through the curly locks as he fought back the tears.
don’t cry more. not in front of it.
richie lifted his shoulders, straightening up slightly as he finally met eddie’s calm, unsure gaze.
“you need to go. get the fuck out.”
inspiration from the black mirror episode ‘be right back’.
episode description: after learning about a new service that lets people stay in touch with the deceased, a lonely, grieving martha reconnects with her late lover.
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