After His Death
--------------------One Shot--------------------
**************Third person**************
She sits down on a familiar patch of grass and unzips her backpack before pulling out a black notebook covered in random band stickers, after collecting a pink ballpoint pen from her hoodie pocket she starts going through the pages which are mostly scribbled on and there had clearly been multiple pages ripped out previously, after finding a clean page she puts the pen on the paper and starts to write.
***************the writing***************
Dear Eddie, I’m sorry about not seeing you for a couple days, Steve made me hang out with everyone, I’m not complaining though, I had the most fun that I’ve had in a while. Though I was having fun I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about how you might think I’ve moved on already, but it’s far from that, I honestly don’t think I’ll ever move on. I hope that one day I smile at my memories of you, instead of cry.. I really hope that you can somehow read this because I want you to know that I still love you and I always will, sure I’m still angry at what you did, if you didn’t fight those things you would still be here, but I’m beginning to understand why you did it, I put myself in your place and thought hard about what I would do in that situation, and I wouldn’t want to go back, I would want to help but I don’t think I would have the balls too, even though you were scared you sacrificed yourself and saved this whole town, and it still angers me that they still think you killed those people. The old chief of police, Jim Hopper knows about everything that’s happened with the upside down, he’s known years before you did, and he’s got his job back, we’re trying to clear your name, and I think we’re going to be able to do it since we’ve already convinced the other policemen. I’ve been thinking about what I could’ve done to save you.. maybe if I had stopped crying and carried you out of there and to a hospital you might’ve survived, but the more I think about it the more I realise that if I knew of a way to save you then, I would have. I’m still having nightmares about that night, but when I do I imagine you reading my letters, and your face when you see me show up, I just really hope that you can read these, but even if you can’t writing you letters still helps. It almost feels like I’m talking to you in a way, I even tried to learn your handwriting so that I could write a letter back to myself, but it just wasn’t the same.. the thought of you is killing me, but it’s also keeping me alive, it almost feels like a train with a driver at each end, both driving in opposite directions and going nowhere after trying there hardest.. I wish you were still here, but I know that that can’t happen. Six feet has never felt so far until now, I just wish that I could hug you again, or even just see you, it’s not possible but I somehow believe that you’re still out there, like hopper, or Eleven a few years ago. Overall I’m slowly getting better, and once again I hope that you can read this.
~ Love Y/n <3
*end of writing*
Little did she know Eddie was sat right next her on the floor, with his hand on her knee.
“I can read it, and I’m glad that you’re getting better. Even though I can still interact with you, you can’t feel or hear anything that I say or do which was frustrating at first but now I’m starting to adjust to what it’s like being.. dead. I’m sorry to say that I’m not coming back like the police officer, I’m gone for good. And I love you, and I’m sorry for what I did, I never meant to hurt you.. all I wanted to do was help you and everyone else, Thankyou for trying to clear my name, I don’t really care about that anymore though, I just want to see if uncle Wayne’s okay.. I’ve seen you but I can’t find him anywhere, and my trailers destroyed, so I don’t know where he’s staying."
Tears start to form in her eyes, soon moving down to her cheeks and chin as she starts sobbing. She throws the notebook aside and moves further forward towards the cold stone in front of her before wrapping her arms around it and hugging it, to her this was the closest to hugging Eddie. He moves over to her and rubs her back, she looks up and looks straight towards Eddie’s face,
“Eddie..?” She whispers,
There’s multiple things going on in his mind in this moment,
Does she see me or is she just imagining it and I just happen to be where she is?
Can she see me?
Can she sense me or something?
He quickly gets snapped out of his thoughts when she picks up her stuff and walks away, answering his question, no, she did not see him.
He lays down onto his back once she’s out of sight, and he just looks up into the sky, making pictures in his mind with the clouds. She walks back home and goes for a cold shower before lying sitting at her desk and attempting to draw a picture of Eddie using a Polaroid picture as a reference. After finishing her art work she leaves it in the same place on her desk and lays down in her bed, quietly crying into pillow before falling asleep.
(A/n) I'm working on a long fanfic rn so and Eddie's not in it until a lot later so I'm writing one shots to fill my need of Eddie Munson <3
