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3. bill denbrough

Today's weather matched everyone's mood. Rain beating on the rooftops and winds so strong that it seemed that they could blow you off your feet.

Georgie Denbrough's funeral is today and all you could feel was sympathy for your best friend. You couldn't imagine how you would feel if your brother got viciously murdered.

"You look so pretty," your mom whispers in your ear as she zips up your black dress.

You tuck a strand of your hair back into the half-braid, "Are you supposed to look pretty at a funeral?"

You hear a sigh and you turn around to face your mom.

"Sweetie, I know it's hard. But you need to be strong for Bill. Be there for him," she says softly, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Alright. I'll try," you whisper.

And that's what you're doing right now as the priest says his words over the body. You look down to see Bill's hands shaking so you take it softly in your hand, squeezing it to tell him that you were there.

He squeezes back and you put a head on his shoulder, letting a single tear slip out. Bill happily puts his head on yours and together you paid respect for Georgie quietly.