we were always here at the right time by fuckener
Eddie/Richie
Eddie’s eyes were getting heavy again. Richie helped him back down to the pillow.
“It’s always kind of like this, isn’t it,” he mumbled.
Richie didn’t move. He was still holding Eddie’s hand, his shoulder.
“Like what?” he asked softly.
“You and me,” Eddie said. What else?














