e x t r a 💫 IT Hurt/Comfort (+Smut)

dreams

This one is sad too. sorry!

It's been 8 years since Richie Tozier and the losers went back to Maine. 8 years since Stan died. 8 years since Eddie died.
After they left, they began to forget Derry. Evidence that they were there faded away to blank papers and missing files. They forgot names. They forgot stories. They forgot eachother. Before Richie knew it, Eddie had been erased from his mind. First he forgot his last name, then the color of his hair, then what he liked to do with him and the rest. He had faded along with the records.
But, deep in Richie's subconscious, Eddie stayed and lived in the head of the man who loved him. Sometimes Eddie would visit Richie, but only in dreams. And when Richie would wake up, he assumed that his night was dreamless.
Richie was a child again. He sat on the cliff overlooking the quarry, alone. His feet dangled over the sparkling green water. The sun setting and the sky a deep purple filled with stars, Richie felt peaceful and comforted in his never changing scenery. Suddenly, Eddie Kaspbrak was sitting next to him, also letting his feet lose along the edge of the cliff. Richie looked at him. The boy wore the same pink polo and khaki shorts, his hair combed to the side flawlessly. His big eyes never strayed from the water below them.
"It's good to see you again."Richie said happily, letting a grin spread on his face as he watched the other boy let a small smile appear on his.
"Yeah, I like to see you too. " Eddie said timidly, not straying his eyes from the quarry.
"I never know what to say when we do this," Richie breathed and looked around, "I mean, I want to tell you all that's happened but I think you know. I have no idea what I want to say to  you, Eddie, my love."
"Why don't you ask me a question." Eddie said calmly.
"Well, uh, is it, uhm, scary?" Richie asked, messing with his own hair.
"Is what scary?" Eddie asked with a genuine tone.
Richie paused. He took in a breath and let it out shakily. He opened his mouth and closed it. He looked away and back at Eddie.
"Dying." He let out, almost exasperated.
"Oh. Well, no. I don't think so,"Eddie sighed,"it's the way it is, you know."
Richie clocked his head to the side and shrugged.
"Everything has an ending. The glass is finally empty." Eddie said, keeping his gaze down.
Richie looked with him.
"Well, I'll see you on the other side someday. Maybe we can talk all the time." Richie laughed.
"Oh, Richie, no. There is no other side," Eddie looked him in the eyes,"this is it." He smiled at Richie.
The dark haired boy looked at him, tears welling up in his eyes. Eddie smiled and got up. Richie rose with him. Eddie took a few paces back and turned around. They were in their underwear. Richie followed. They took a running start, crying together. They jumped into the quarry, holding hands. Just before they hit the water, Richie woke up, panting, and for a split second, he remembered everything. But just as suddenly as he woke up, he forgot again. Tears streaked down his cheeks. He wiped them with the back of his hand and thought, Damn. Must've been one hell of a dream.
He then got up and went about his day, unaware that that was the last time he would talk to Eddie in a dream for a year. But, he would see him and wave to him, but Eddie would walk away every time, until the year had passed and Eds was back.
On Richie's and the rest of the losers last day alive, at age 95, dying of old. age, Eddie was among the people in the room to see him die. Seeing him and the rest of the gang brought closure, he finally felt ready to die. And there, Richie's heart stopped.
With him, the last one gone, he took every memory of what happened in Derry and its monster to the grave. The beast was finally put to rest and the gang back together forever.