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Number 17- Good Luck, Babe by Chappell Roan
Buck sits up, reeling from the dream. It’s not the first of these dreams he’s had, and every one leaves him feeling sick with guilt and regret. It’s always the same—Him and Eddie, tangled in sheets, Eddie’s lips on his neck, hands on his chest, making him feel better than he’s ever felt. It was just one night, so many years ago—alcohol and regret and desperation combining into a beautiful, painful mess. They never spoke about it. Buck couldn’t—he couldn’t face it, not that, not Eddie. He’d let Eddie walk away rather than fighting for him. He’d tried to move on. And he has—he’s about to be married, and Eddie is going to be his best man, and he’s going to be happy. He has to be happy. He looks at the clock. His bachelor party is in a matter of hours. He’ll see Eddie then, they’ll drink and laugh and party, and Buck can’t be thinking of this, then. He can’t do that. Not to himself, or to Eddie, or to— Fuck. He can’t do this. He can’t still be thinking of one night with Eddie at his own fucking bachelor party. He drops his head into his hands and groans. “You okay, babe?” The voice comes from the other side of the bed. The voice he should love. But he wishes it was someone else.
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