eddie watches richie laugh with him. his heart clenches in his chest and suddenly the air is too humid and every brush of skin of the strangers that are standing beside him are too much. he exhales deeply, the weight on his chest spreading like-

(listen to dancing on my own by calum scott)

a slow fire, the burning sensation making eddie wince. eddie has been struggling for days now, trashing around at 3am in his bed with a restless mind and unspoken truths almost spilling over his chapped lips. the truth is-

he thinks richie might be his other half. not the kind of feelings you harbour for your best friend, innocent and naive. no, bc eddie kaspbraks feelings towards richie tozier dug themselves deep into his heart, clawing at it forcefully. but-

not the intense feelings that washed over eddie like waves were causing him trouble. it was the fact that richie didn’t look at him that way, that eddies heart was craving sth, while he stood there all alone on this goddamn party and yet again-

the unspoken truths were almost spilling over his lips and he fought the urge to get it off his chest. he wasn’t the one who would go home with richie, who would be allowed to hold him and kiss him whenever he wanted to.

he would watch richie tozier laugh and dance with him, his heart full and mind restless. and eddie kaspbrak realizes with a frown, he would never feel that burning passion about anyone else. but richie looks happy, genuinely-

truly happy. and as long as richie is happy, eddie can deal with his bleeding heart every day.

end of thread.