He was terrified. Utterly and pathetically scared of everything. So much was introduced, so much that could’ve been ignored. And he would’ve been happy.

But of course, he was blamed for not one, not two, but three murders. He didn’t know how he was going to get out of it. And he knew damn well how ill-timed his affection toward you was.

You were radiant, everything that he loved and admired in a person, was you. And not to ignore how fucking stunning you were, but…he never had a chance. The school— no, town freak? With you? Yeah, right, in his dreams.

You just got attacked by some bats after going to the bottom of Lover’s Lake to look at a nasty gate. And you got tugged into it by the vines, which made Eddie instinctively dive in after you. Immediately.

He had no idea why he did that. No clue how he had the balls to dive toward the monster. Munson rule: run away from any sign of danger.

You made him break that rule.

So now you were walking towards…he didn’t know what. He just nodded and went along with whatever plans the others had. And he noticed how you were straggling behind the other three. So he came up to you, nervous.

“Hey, take it slow, alright? You…alright?” he asked, timidly— an opposite to his normal personality.