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If it had been your brother- Then you would have fired me? In a heartbeat.
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“Why are you looking at me like that?”
A rush of fear flicks over Steve’s face and he blinks. Eddie can see his Adam’s apple bopping as he swallows. “How am I looking at you?” he asks and it’s quiet and intimate and Eddie feels even weirder.
He scoffs lightly and clears his throat and shrugs. “Like…I don’t know, like I mean something to you, or some shit.”
Steve just stares at him. For a long fucking time. Eddie grows even more uneasy.
When Steve finally breaks out of his trance, he sucks in a trembling breath. His eyes well up, shining with unshed tears and Eddie feels himself pulling back a little in confusion and worry. It’s almost unnoticeable, but Steve notices. His face falls more if that’s even possible.
God, the guy looks devastated.
“Fuck,” he says, looking down and pressing a hand to his forehead. “Shit, why did I think I’d get better at hiding it, it didn’t work yesterday, it won’t work now.”
Eddie frowns. Yesterday? “What are you—Steve, I didn’t see you yesterday. I was at Rick’s. Alone. If you recall.”
Steve levels him with a long look, his eyes still full of that bitter sadness, almost managing to bleed into Eddie’s heart. He takes another deep breath and then looks down again when he says, “I know this sounds insane, but—“
He sighs and Eddie cocks his head. Steve honestly thinks he can shock him after everything?
“I’m stuck in this day.”
Eddie blinks. “What?”
“I—” Steve cuts himself off, sighs again, meets Eddie’s eyes. “Eddie, you die,” he says.
And he might as well have dumped a bucket of ice water on Eddie’s head with the way Eddie freezes. His voice sounded so final. So sure.
So…exhausted.
“The plan doesn’t work. And then you go and try to buy some more time. And the bats feast on you until you bleed to death.” Steve entangles his fingers in his shirt, tears at it, like that will do anything.
Eddie swallows. There’s something lodged in his throat, some kind of…lump of anxiety, blocking his windpipe from functioning normally. “That’s pretty…fucked up to say, Steve,” he tries, but Steve just laughs bitterly.
Like it’s a harder thing for him to say than it is for Eddie to hear.
“It is,” he agrees. “Cause I’m too late so save you.”
“Steve, why do you—”
“You die, Eddie. Every. single. time, you die.” His voice is wavering hard and Eddie is just so confused. What is happening?
He feels like Steve’s words claw at a part of him he can’t access, cutting open tiny pieces that start bleeding.
“You die and I have to live through that. I’ve had to. Like…54 times or something. I’m not sure how many exactly, I kinda lost count somewhere in the 20s. But I never manage to save you. And I’ve just.” He closes his eyes for a second. When he looks at Eddie again they’re so earnest and devastated and deep and—full of, of something. Something for Eddie.
“I’ve gotten to know you so well. I’ve spent so much time with you. I know that your favorite food is French Toast. That your uncle took you fishing once and never again because you couldn’t bear to see the fish suffer, so you threw them all back into the lake one by one. I know that the hair in your neck curls even more when it gets sweaty and I know that you loved you mom more than anything else and stopped eating for three weeks when she passed away. I know that you claim to hate every kind of team sport, but weirdly love hockey and I know that you hate how casually I just mentioned you mom and I’m sorry, okay, I’m sorry! I just—” He stops and a sound exits his mouth that sounds like a sob.
“Every day I wake up,” he says, eyes pressed closed again. “And you—you look at me like that. Like you have no idea who I am. Like you aren’t my best friend. Like I haven’t bared my soul to you and gently placed my heart in your hands and—” He shakes his head, like he can’t believe he’s saying all of this, and honestly, Eddie can’t either.
“I keep falling in love with you more and more every fucking time I relive this goddamned day and you–you forget me. Every time.”
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doing this to boys
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Surfing. Something I always fancied doing, ever since I saw that film, the one where the lads try to catch thon big fish.
Derry Girls – 3.03: Stranger on a Train
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exiting a uquiz halfway through when it becomes clear the creator's narrow and immature world view and cultural knowledge leaves them totally unequipped to tell me which peanuts character i am with any degree of accuracy or insight
