@intersticemortem (andy) sent: [ carry ] — sender carries receiver to bed reversed, from Andy forgot to say that on the last one but I think you know also this is SOFT don’t get any thots Eddie
she really was spectacular. and he really was a fuckwit, wasn’t he? she had been the best thing in his life, and he just. took her for granted, and pushed her away. like a petulant little bitch. there was no point in dwelling on what if’s, what’s done was done. but right now? it was hard. he didn’t want this to be it, but there was a good chance that it was. where would they be if he had done... if he had been better?
away from hawkins, most certainly. she might not be a successful rock star, he almost definitely wouldn’t wouldn’t be wanted.
would they be happy?
...he would be. absolutely. would andy?
...was she happy now? he hadn’t asked, but. he hadn’t felt the need to. and what right did he have? she had made it big, without him. she hadn’t needed him. and now for whatever reason, she was back home. she had proved whatever she needed to prove. to herself, to him... not that eddie had ever had any real doubt. she was always the best of them. the most disciplined.
laying her down on her bed, he took a sharp breath. he didn’t want to leave her. he really didn’t want to leave her. but he didn’t want her to get sucked into any of the insanity either. and if he stayed now, leaving in the morning... that would be even harder. and if she woke up before him? oh, that would be a fight.
he’d just have to. not sleep. shouldn’t be an issue, considering how the past few days had been. with her by his side, it might be an actual possibility, but... twas a risk he wasn’t willing to take. not right now.











