Richie strummed on his guitar, playing with the strings on it, plucking to no tune in particular. He hummed an old song, which had been stuck in his head ever since he heard it on the radio back at his parent’s house.
He hummed a few notes, and tried to copy it down on his guitar. He strummed a heavy chord and tried to remember the words.
Oh Eddie, Eddie, I love you so
A sudden wave of sadness and loneliness washed over him, and he stopped playing. He had no idea where this feeling came from, and why there was suddenly a giant hole inside his chest. It felt like his heart was tied to an anvil, and was being dragged down. Sometimes he felt this way when he got homesick, but he just visited. So, why? Why did he feel so... empty?






















