RIP Rik honey 1958-2014

Moving On

As I pack up to leave, I look around this stupid old dump one last time. The dust and the mould in all the wrong places, I wonder how on earth I could've lived like this for so long. But then I remember. Richie. He'd always be faffing about, fussing over something pointless. Well, he'd be fussing over me most of the time.

It's been a while since Richie's gone. I don't know why or where he went; one day he just upped and left without as much as a goodbye. Suppose it's a good thing really. We fought and got on each other's nerves way too much. But now that I'm moving on from this place, I can't help the feeling that I'm leaving a little piece of me behind along with him. Because, despite all the bickering and injuries to the groin, Richie was a part of me. He was like my annoying little brother. And, I know I'm going to sound like a right fag for saying this, I loved the bastard. Maybe not as much as the drink, but I did love Richie. A lot; helluva lot. And if he's still out there somewhere, I hope he knows that. Because it's killing me that I never said it to him while he was still here.

" Eddie? Time to go, sweetheart."

Eddie blinked, being suddenly torn away from his thoughts. His gaze slid to the front door and saw that Shelley was standing there. In a beige skirt and a cream-coloured blouse, she'd never looked so lovely as she did right then. A soft, subtle smile crept along Eddie's mouth as he remembered how lucky he was to have bagged a cracking bird like her.

" Yeah," he muttered. The booze swilling around inside him, Eddie strode confidently over to her, wrapped an arm around her, but then stopped. Instead, he faced the flat again and simply said, " See ya, Richie."