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HER FINGERS TREMBLED AS SHE SWALLOWED A GASP OF AIR. It was as if her world was freezing, her cheek ached and her mind swirled. The girls caramel eyes filled and glazed.
But for the moment, that isn't her story.
Melody Hopper swung her legs over the four eyes bike. Hitting him up side the head with her braids, causing him to push his glasses up in distaste. Though that's the last worry on her mind.
Right now her eyes were trained on the boy she had loved all her life. The boy in plaid with his father's watch strapped on his wrist. The boy who stole her first kiss in under the lights of fireworks.
The boy who her heart may of loss touch for, but her mind and soul have always needed.
"Bill!" The redheads voice rang out as bikes dropped behind her. Rocks flew out behind her feet, her hand reached out to grasp his. Melody's hand wrapping around his wrist.
The boy paused looking back at her, his face falling briefly before he pulled away.
"Bill, you can't go in there," Beverly yelled, running up beside them. Melody's eyes locked with Bill's as he paused on the steps once again to look at every one.
"Bill, please." Melody started her voice loud and clear. "Don't do this," this time it came out as a soft whisper trembling as she stared at him.
Bill stared at her, his eyes heavy as he turned back to look at the broken down house. Before he sighed and looked back at the group.
"Look, you don't have to come in with me," he paused looking around at everyone. "But what happens when another Georgie goes missing, or another Betty or another Ed Corcoran or one of us? Are you just going to pretend it didn't happen like everyone else in this town? Because I can't. I go home and all I see is that Georgie isn't there, his clothes, his toys, his stupid stuffed animals but he isn't. So walking into this house for me... it's easier that walking into my own." The boy finished breathing in deeply.
Melody felt her heart explode, she knew that he had to go in. But the possibilities of what could happen if he went her, tortured her more than anything.
