They were all down by the quarry, holding Richie close. He was shaking violently with sobs, filling the shadowy water with tears. The entire group tried to comfort him, saying he would be okay. The only thing Richie had running through his mind was, 'he's actually gone'. His head ran through so many scenarios where he could've saved him. Then an image flashes through his head. The blood, the screams, then deafening silence.
He shook his head, clearing away all of it. He didn't deserve to die, he didn't do anything. All Richie wanted to do in this moment is hold him. He wanted to hold him close and smell his cologne. Most of all though, he wanted to feel his skin on his. For the third time today, he broke down. This time though Beverly took his face in her hands.
She held him like he was fragile and breakable. Almost like if he was broken, he'd never be fixed again. "Richie, look at me hun.", she said slowly. The crying man looked up at her, making eye contact. This broke Beverly, he looked so empty. "You've got to stay strong for him, he wouldn't want this.", she stated as if it was obvious. This pushed something inside of him, now he was pissed off.
He rips his head out of her hands and shuffled away from the group. "Shut the fuck up and never say that again!", he snapped. He didn't want to be angry, but he couldn't help it. Bill looked at him in shock, taken aback by the out burst. Mike and Ben stood frozen glancing at each other. Richie stood up in a daze, not caring about anything except getting the fuck out of there.
The ginger women was smacked with a pang of guilt. She desperately looked at the others, hoping they would make a move. They didn't. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, beginning to walk off after him. Ben quickly grabbed her by the arm of her shirt. "Let him be, he needs a moment. We'll talk to him later.", Ben said. She nodded slowly, looking at Richie storming off.
Richie walked down the street towards the bridge. Holding a pocket knife in his hand he grumbled his way to the bridge. When he finally arrived, he dropped down to his knees. His hand gripped the old board as he took the pocket knife to it. Using the knife, he carved out two letters. R + E
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A/N: Hey guys, so this is kinda more or so a background to start off the story. That's why it's so short, the next chapter will be longer. Hope you guys enjoy :)
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