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Time was nothing.
And nothing was the short breaths between them, the one's that fell idle in a decaying trance, as they profided neither of them with comfort or any life. Nothing was the air that slipped past his lungs without any chance of return. Nothing was the dark clouds that coated the sky above them and dipped down into the rims around Bill's anxious stare.
Time was nothing and Bill Denbrough was everything. If moments could breathe, if looks could kill. If moments could breathe when looks kill.
"W-W-Wuh-Where do y-you want m-me to b-begin?" Bill struggled to ask and Stan's gaze softened, he tried to take a forward, but that only made Bill step back.
"You don't have to worry Bill...I just want to know how the fuck this happened and how you managed to maipulate and lie and-" Stan stopped himself, clearly his throat. Keep it together Stan, remember your meditation practises. "Just...the truth, from the beginning..." Close your eyes.
Bill was hesistant, he jumped down from his little Tumblr aesthetic shit he was doing, his hands in his pocket and breath shaken, Stan knew it would be out of place for him to tell him that this was in fact real...this was life and not film. "B-B-Beverly Marsh..." He began slowly, before closing his eyes and tilted his eyes back. "All this s-shit started because of Bev..." Take a nice deep breath, imagine your cave.
"She made you go to Mike's party, right?" Stan guessed "That's what you told me that night, that you came with Bev? I did ask her, but she said she didn't even remember that we went to Mike's party the morning after, let alone who she went with" Imagine you're in your cave, your nice, peaceful cave.
Bill nodded soflty, like everything hurt with regret. "She was there for me, when...Georgie first disappeared. Tried everything to distract me, thought that would be a good idea, how wrong she was" YOU'RE IN YOUR CAVE STAN!
"That wasn't the first one you went to I'm guessing" Stan speculated and Bill nodded hesistantly. Within your cave, look for you comfort animal...your otter.
"I had done, with Rue..." Bill explained. "I've known her for a few years now,she's the one that..." He trailed off and Stan's gaze tried to find his but failed.
"Fucked you over on drugs?" Stan concluded for him and for the first time that evening, Bill's eyes locked into Stan's and with that look, the stars were united but there was no light.
"It wasn't her intention I don't think...but she was the first person Stan, the first person who didn't give me sympathy...she got rid of the pain" Bill said and Stan shook his head softly.
"That's why you had two phones. She numbed the pain...she didn't get rid of anything Bill, you're still hurting, and as fucked as it is...it's the only way you've managed to keep him with you" Stan said firmly. "And you need to find another way"
