"BUT WHAT'S THE GOOD IN GOODBYE ANYWAY?"
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In which a heartbroken Richie Tozier receives letters from his missing best friend.
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RICHIE X EDD...
"Put your head on my shoulder. Hold me in your arms, baby. Squeeze me oh-so-tight. Show me that you love me too. Put your lips next to mine, dear. Won't you kiss me once, baby? Just a kiss goodnight, maybe. You and I will fall in love."
-Paul Anka
(Put Your Head On My Shoulder, Paul Anka)
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Stan and Bill followed Beverly. There were so many different emotions running around. Bill felt worried, scared, upset, and nervous. The only thing he thought about as he ran behind them was Georgie. The body could have been his. It could have been anyone. It could even be Eddie. If either one of them were dead, Bill wouldn't know what to do. He had been gripping onto hope for the longest, everything he wished for could be taken from him in a matter of seconds. What would happen if Georgie or Eddie were confirmed dead? What would happen to Bill? What would happen to Richie? What would happen to all the losers? Nothing would be the same. Everything would change and all of them knew that.
Once they arrived at the scene, the three of them pushed through the crowd. "Where's th-the body?" Bill shrieked. Beverly pointed ahead as she jogged over to it. Stan and Bill ran behind her. Bev was the calm one out of the three. The other two found it hard to be, especially since the body could belong to Eddie or Georgie.
Stanley turned towards Bill. He grabbed his shoulder and forced him to face him. "I'll look, okay? I'll see whose body it is. You don't have to. Just face me, alright?" he questioned. Stan didn't want him to have to see it if it were his little brother or one of his closest friends. His voice sounded uneasy but Bill knew he could trust him. He nodded slowly and kept his attention on Stan. He watched as his boyfriend looked at the body, he took note of how his jaw dropped at the sight. The small movement made Bill anxious.
He lifted his hands and placed them over his eyes. He didn't want to see anything. "Is i-it Georgie?" he let out a shaky breath, his body tensing up at the question he knew he needed to ask. "Is it? St-Stanley?"
Stan felt frightened. He couldn't put any words together. When Beverly rested a hand on his shoulder, he snapped out of it. "It's not Georgie," he breathed. "It's definitely not George." Bill could still hear the sadness in his voice. That worried him even more. Was it Eddie?
"Is it E-E-Eddie? Please tell me it's n-not Eddie," his eyes were still covered by his hands. This time Stanley didn't answer him. It felt as if everything had stopped. "Stanley," Bill panicked, "Is i-it Eddie?" There was still no answer and there was still no noise.
Beverly cleared her throat and shook her head, "It's not Eddie."
Bill's hands dropped to his side and he faced the body. He felt overwhelmed when he came in contact with the scene in front of him. The kid was Georgie's best friend who went missing months before him. A heavy sigh escaped his lips and he felt himself stepping back. It was little Tommy Jones. The only boy who would hang out with Georgie. His head was smashed in. It could have been Georgie or Eddie. It still could be.
