Smitten by the Flower {Eddie Kaspbrak} [1]

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Eddie whimpers, refusing to let go of the girls hand.

"S-She isn't. She's not dead! I swear s-she's not!" Eddie insists, looking at them all. They stare at him with pity, frustrating him. Bev tries to pull him away, but he yanks away from her. "I WONT LEAVE HER."

They'd been there for 30 minutes already, and they all just wanted to go home and forget already.

Eddie wouldn't let them forget.

"I have completely fallen for you." Eddie whispers, cradling the smaller girls bloodied body. "Everything you do, everything you say, everything you are. Just know that I love you. I love you with all my fucked piece of shit heart. Even if my mom doesn't want me too. I do. I wish I would've told you outside, d-damn it."

Everyone stares through tears as Eddie cradles her. He doesn't even care about the blood.

"I'm glad you feel that way, I love you too."

The sound of her voice causes everyone to glance up in quick shock.

"ALLY?!"

Ally Flower wasn't dead. Not now. Not ever.

"H-Hell yeah, you assholes didn't think you'd get rid of me that easy, did you?" She croaks, as they all rush to her side. Eddie let's out a loud sob of relief and continues to hold her tightly.

"I fucking hate you, don't ever fucking do that again." Eddie mumbles into her shoulder, tears of joy flowing down his cheeks. Ally laughs and nods. "Trust me, I don't want to do that again either." A group hug emerges among the teens.
"I love you guys, so much." She adds.

"W-We love y-you too." Bill smiles, through tears.

"Eddie cried more than that time his mom lied and gave him gazebos." Richie snorts, wiping away his tears. "Oh shut up, you cried too." Eddie says, rolling his eyes.

"Let's get out of this place..." Bev says with a soft chuckle.

Ally struggles to stand up, Eddie is quick to place his good arm around her. As they begin to leave, the floating bodies descend downward. Bill walks towards a yellow raincoat. On the tags, "Georgie Denbrough", is embroidered.

He hugs it close to his chest, silently crying to himself. And once again, we surround him a heartfelt group hug.

We could finally go home.

(Did you really think I'd kill off Ally Flower? You were wrong. Never judge a book by its cover.)