You had to admit, you adored Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. Sure, everyone thought he was some evil satanist, but you saw past that. After a fateful winter day of being paired up for some volunteer work, you realized how much of a sweetheart he really was.

Things had gone really well. You grew beyond smitten with him in such a short time. It’d gotten to the point of saying I love you and losing your virginities. Unfortunately, not everything could be puppies and rainbows when people kept yelling in your ear about him not deserving you. He was a freak. A loser that couldn’t graduate high school. A druggy. Someone too focused on some dumb music career.

All the pressure led into a very emotional breakup. You’d done it just before winter break, right after your one year of all times. The look on his face and reaction in general broke you. You kept beating yourself up for being such a coward.

He wasn’t much better. He couldn’t even bring himself to get rid of all the remnants of you lying around whether it be Polaroids, your extra clothes, gifts or things in his van; hair ties, candy wrappers, empty lipgloss tubes, etc.

It was a depressing week later when he’d lazily rolled out of bed to answer the door. Wayne was working so he begrudgingly chose to be decent enough of a person to open it rather than rotting in bed. He was not prepared to see you- face tear streaked and clothes littered in snow flurries. An array of emotions passed over his features.