"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...
"I'm bad at love but you can't blame me for trying. You know I'd be lying, saying you were the one. That could finally fix me, looking at my history. I'm bad at love."
-Halsey
(Bad At Love, Halsey)
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Bill looked up, his lips parting. His eyes stung slightly as he stood up. "Georgie," he said quietly. The little boy's head snapped in Bill's direction.
It really was Georgie. He wasn't dead. His head wasn't smashed in like Tommy's. He was alive. He was everything he was before he went missing. He was just Georgie. "Georgie," Bill repeated, his voice breaking as he spoke. Bev and Stan decided not to speak up. Moments like these didn't happen often. The little boy stood alone.
Bill wasted no time. He darted towards him, his vision blurry and his heart aching from joy. He stopped in front of his brother, his breaths sloppy. He dropped down to the boy's height. Bill brought Georgie into his arms. "Hi, Bill," the other Denbrough said softly while wrapping his arms around his brother's neck. "I hope mom and dad aren't mad that I talked to a stranger. I don't want to get in trouble."
The words made four large tears slip from Bill's eyes. He laid his chin on Georgie's head. "N-no," he sucked in a breath, "They aren't mad a-at you, Georgie. Th-they could never be."
"Oh, good," George sighed out in relief but he frowned. "I lost my yellow raincoat."
"I found it," Bill responded quickly. He brought Georgie's face into his hands and he observed him. "Are you h-hurt? Did h-h-he hurt you, Georgie?" He hadn't realized that his crying didn't calm down, in fact, it was much worse.
"No- he didn't hurt me," Georgie's voice was weak, it was as if all the hope was sucked out of it. It was clear to Bill that George wasn't innocent anymore. He had seen too much of the real world. "But he hurt Tommy. He hurt him really bad."
"I know," he whispered. "It's g-gonna be alright, okay? Ev-everything is going to be f-f-fine. I'm not going to let anyone h-hurt you."
"Okay," Georgie nodded slowly before resting his little head on Bill's shoulder. He pulled his older brother back into another hug. "I wanna go home, Bill. I miss mom and dad. I miss my bed. I miss playing with my toys. I miss you. I miss everything."
"I'll t-take you home, George," he sniffled. A smile was placed on his lips once Georgie pressed a small kiss to his cheek. "You'll be safe th-there. I'll even wash your yellow r-raincoat for you."
"I love you," the little boy told him, most of the sadness leaving his voice. Georgie clung to Bill's shirt. He was afraid to not be with him. If he wasn't with Bill, then there was a possible chance of getting taken again and he couldn't have that. The thought scared him more than anything.
