ー CAROLINE「beverly marsh」

caroline.

     
tw. death, grief, mentions of suicide.

 
beverly was sad. since they'd known her, beverly was sad. it wasn't that she moped, or that she cried; it was the look in her eyes. her beautiful blue eyes, always vibrant and always wide with mischief, held a hidden grief.

none of the boys could pinpoint a specific reason for her mournful gaze. there were a number of things that could cause it, yet none of them seemed to fit the look she wore.

dreary old derry cemetery was the point at which her grief grew strongest. anytime the group passed it on their bikes, she would stare longingly at the rusted metal gates and eroded grey tombstones. ben was the first to notice it, followed by ben and the rest of the boys.

it was mike, though, who learned the reason.

the duo were biking through derry late at night, both having snuck out to get away from their oppressive homes for a bit. yet again they passed the field of erect tombstones, and yet again her face aged with sorrow. mike stopped his bike, setting one of his feet on the ground to balance himself. beverly followed suit, giving mike a brief questioning glance before her gaze once again befell the home of the fallen.

"what's with that look you always get when we pass this?" he asked, lifting his eyebrow a bit. beverly's lips twitched into a sad smile, eyes meeting mike's rather reluctantly.

"that's the home of my caroline. she's dancing in the sky," she responded, voice soft and reminiscent. mike stayed silent, awaiting her to continue. and the girl did, taking only a few moments to muster up the right words.

"caroline, the love of my life, passed away two years ago. suicide. i understand why she did it though," the girl continued, her eyes welling with tears and her lip slipping between her crooked teeth. "she's waiting for me, y'know. i'll be with her soon."

mike's own eyes were filling up fast, and he discarded his bike in favor of hugging his friend. the girl buried her face in his broad shoulder, crying out soft, heart-wrenching sobs as she let her best friend hold her — and hold her he did.

she wept for half an hour, letting out all the tears she refused to shed in the wake of her lover's death. she let out all of the emotions she had repressed for two years, and mike let her.

the next day found beverly marsh within the gates of derry cemetery, seated before a bland grey tombstone. grass had started growing over the old mound of dirt, making a solid foundation for the colorful flowers that sprouted from the earth.

caroline always loved flowers, beverly mused to herself. she faintly recalled the pretty brunette adorning a tiara of daisies and gardenias, two of her favorite flowers.

beverly gazed at the solid tombstone, silently recalling caroline wood's pretty brown hair and pretty brown freckles and pretty brown eyes. everything about caroline was some sort of brown, whether it be the light caramel of her skin or the dark chocolate of her heart shaped birthmark.

"i miss you," beverly whispered, silent tears falling down her rosy, freckled cheeks. the ginger placed her palm atop her lover's grave, slowly moving her thumb in a stroking motion over the vibrant green grass.

"i'll be home soon, okay? you won't have to wait much longer. i know how impatient you are, sunshine. i love you, caroline." a light sniffle could be heard from the pale beauty as she sat at the foot of her lover's resting place, simply caressing the ground beneath her delicate hands.

she could almost make out caroline's voice in the wind, whispering a soft 'i love you.' she smiled at the thought, lifting her head and allowing the breeze to cradle her face.

she knew that somehow, someway, her caroline was still with her, watching over her as she awaited their reunion inside the pearly gates of heaven. the thought alone was enough to settle her sorrows and bring meaning to her dull life.

caroline would want plenty of stories, after all. and who was beverly marsh to deny caroline wood of what she wanted?

i own nothing but the character caroline wood. i hope you enjoyed this little one-shot :) i poured my heart & soul into this.

inspired by caroline - colter wall.