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2025-04-22
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2025-06-10
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Dearest, Evan

Summary:

After Eddie leaves, Buck doesn't know what to do with himself. So naturally, he gets drunk and writes him a letter instead of texting him. Because that makes sense.

Notes:

This is a gift for the wonderful tofana. Every new day with you is a gift I cherish, I thank thee for entering it :)

Their beautiful epistolary "unanswered" inspired this. Ain't no way I was not gonna do one for Buddie after reading it.

Also I'm gonna have these dates kinda match with the show until I won't. (You know when)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Buck

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03/16/2025

 

Eddie, hey.

 

I'm really sorry for not answering you man. I really tried but I'm such a mess right now and even picking up the phone is so hard.

 

I miss you so goddamn much. Living here in your house, I thought it would make it easier. But it's the opposite. You're in these walls Eddie! What am I supposed to do? Just opening the door makes me remember the night you opened it in nothing but your pink shirt and underpants. (I was not ready for that dude. Too many emotions for a day) And I can't make myself coffee either! Just because you kept the Hildy! Why'd you keep the Hildy man?? 

 

I can't bring myself to open any of the boxes. Moving in feels like saying goodbye to you. I could never redecorate anything. It wouldn't change anything anyway. You're like a ghost in this house. I don't care that you're gonna laugh at me. Ghosts exist and I can't purify this house for the life of me. 

 

Goddammit Eddie I can't do this anymore. I'm sleeping on a fucking mattress. Without a sheet because even that feels too much like moving in. No no it makes sense. Trust me.

 

Look. I blame the wine.

I didn't know what to do with myself after the shift so I went to a bar. I usually just went to your house when you were still here. When you were still here. God, that seems wrong to say. So wrong.

 

Please come back Eddie

Buck

 

PS: Please please please please please

 

PPS: I miss you so much