small Byler exerpt from the Eddie fic I'm writing where he haunts a guitar - Based on that one tiktok prompt. He be haunting the narrative.
There's a peaceful moment that is broken by Will speaking quietly "I still cant believe he's selling it." it was almost too soft for you to hear, like he had leaned in close to Mike as to not be heard. Glancing over you can see Will looking towards where Sweetheart hangs on the wall. Theres another quiet pause and you make yourself look busy as Mike follows his gaze.
"Yeah...You know its what he would have wanted though. If nobody ever plays Sweetheart again I think he'd kick all of our asses." Mike says quietly, a small scoff escaping his lips. You wonder who they could be talking about. Your curiosity tripled at the mention of the guitar.
"I know, it's just what if it's the same as last time what if he -" Will is interrupted by a shushing sound. you glance up and see Mike's hand covering his mouth. Interestingly, Will doesn't look mad, instead turning a deep red looking down at the hand on his face. Mike seems to notice the situation and hastily pulls his hand back, looking around to see if anyone was watching. "S-Sorry i just.... you know we can't..." he trails off, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him look around again. Luckily, you are mostly obscured by a bunch of hanging belts. Even if they did see you, it looks like you're rifling through a stack of cassette tapes, definitely not listening in.
Will sighs and nods, looking down at the counter between them "yeah I know, but its just that... I didnt get to know him the way you guys did." Mike smiles sadly "He wouldve loved you Will, I know it" he says, genuine. Will and Mike lock eyes and you take this as your cue to walk away.
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