Now that the underlying threat of the creature is gone, it's easy to try and look at the future with a little bit of optimism. Until returning to Derry, he hadn't realized just how much negativity hovered in the air around him wherever he went. Sure, he's been successful and his books sell, turn into movies, even, but he hasn't written one yet that feels right. Now, for the first time in most of his life, he feels energized in a completely different way.
Maybe that's the company, maybe that's the curse of Derry finally releasing its grasp on them, but he's not sure. Either way, he takes a deep drag from the cigarette, closing his eyes against the burn before he exhales on a low chuckle.
"After all we've done in the last fuckin' week and here we are planning housewarming parties." He shakes his head, a smile on his face as he tries to reconcile the final fight and everything that lies ahead of them.
"But we did it, didn't we?" HIs voice goes quiet, almost awed by the things they've been capable of after all these years. "We had no idea why we were coming back here or what would happen, but we did it. It feels wrong to think about leaving this place after all of that. God, when we were younger I remember we couldn't wait to break those city limits, all of us, after the fight in Neibolt. Pact or not, but I always had a feeling. Couldn't really put my finger on it."
He flicks some of the ashes into the mulch below before he goes in for another drag. "Been trying to write myself to the reason all this time and didn't even realize it."
But they've all done that, in a way, haven't they? Lived their lives knowing that something was missing but never able to really place it, never able to turn around and look it in the face. "Shit, when I heard Mike on the phone that day, I thought I was having a heart attack. Couldn't say why I knew it was something serious, but I just knew."
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Maybe that's the company, maybe that's the curse of Derry finally releasing its grasp on them, but he's not sure. Either way, he takes a deep drag from the cigarette, closing his eyes against the burn before he exhales on a low chuckle.
"After all we've done in the last fuckin' week and here we are planning housewarming parties." He shakes his head, a smile on his face as he tries to reconcile the final fight and everything that lies ahead of them.
"But we did it, didn't we?" HIs voice goes quiet, almost awed by the things they've been capable of after all these years. "We had no idea why we were coming back here or what would happen, but we did it. It feels wrong to think about leaving this place after all of that. God, when we were younger I remember we couldn't wait to break those city limits, all of us, after the fight in Neibolt. Pact or not, but I always had a feeling. Couldn't really put my finger on it."
He flicks some of the ashes into the mulch below before he goes in for another drag. "Been trying to write myself to the reason all this time and didn't even realize it."
But they've all done that, in a way, haven't they? Lived their lives knowing that something was missing but never able to really place it, never able to turn around and look it in the face. "Shit, when I heard Mike on the phone that day, I thought I was having a heart attack. Couldn't say why I knew it was something serious, but I just knew."