Date: 2017-12-31 04:27 am (UTC)
clussy: ÉŠáī„áīÉī ʙʏ ÉŠáī„áīÉīs朰áīĘ€Ę™ÉŠáī›áī„Ęœáī‡s (áī›áīœáīĘ™ĘŸĘ€) (𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗)
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I know she's not right.

(Except when he first found out, he had let himself wonder if maybe she had been. He feels guilty about that though, and it's hard to explain to Rogue that he didn't mean to say he kept thinking about her saying she was right, but rather more literally that he was actually hearing her say it. It sounded crazy though.)

A lot. It was me, Richie, and Bill, so it was kinda- a lot. I saw me dying, and they were fighting It then so. (That made sense for them to abandon his body for the time being...But then.)

When they left my body though, they had defeated It. Where they were was crumbling, but Richie didn't have a problem carrying me out. I don't know why they made him.

(They had needled at Richie to leave him.)

I don't know. I guess it's one thing to leave my body but...(Truthfully, the most hurtful thing was Ben saying that he belonged there. Eddie doesn't say that though, because a part of him wonders if he's being too sensitive. But he's always been impressionable.

Tough love doesn't go too far with Eddie. He's too good at sinking into himself sometimes, though her gentleness helps.

Though he does instantly look up at her, his eyes a little fierce.)


Of course it's not worth ruining our friendship. It's just- I don't really know...how to feel. There's a lot of stuff I'm upset about and sometimes I'm mad and sometimes I feel nothing at all. My friggan arm gets ripped off. Stan kills himself and ditches all of us even though he made us make the promise. I don't know what I was gonna say to Richie that was so important. And then everything else.

(Eddie's hands fly a bit around and then he's curling them into fists and drops his head onto Rogue's shoulder, shutting his eyes.)

I don't even know where to begin with myself. (He confesses this softly, and simply, and the real shit thing was that this is probably the first time he's had to go through so much all at once. At twelve, that's...asking for a lot.)

If things aren't ever gonna go back to how they were, then what does that even mean?
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