"We did," she responds with a small smile on her face, her gaze lost on the view of the town in front of them. It's different, now. Derry is still a hellhole that she never wants to live in, and that she never plans on coming back to, but it feels different now that the fog has lifted. Now that they defeated the monster living in the sewers, the curse that had fallen on the town long before they were even conceived.
As Bill speaks, she glances over at him. Beverly has been living with her own shadows lingering in the corners of everything she does, but she never imagined what it could have been like for them. It just never entered her mind to even consider what it could have been like for her friends, even if she dreamt about them constantly.
"The way this town had a hold on us... I don't think any of us fully realized it." She sits on the rail of the porch, turning to face him a little better. "I dreamt of all of us. Every night. And it was never... We never made it this far. We would always die, it was always so fucking bloody." And, of course, she had been right with Eddie. The grief of losing one of their best friends still feels like it crushes her chest, making it hard to breathe for a moment, but she swallows it down.
"I always defaulted it on the chaos I was living in; the somehow those dreams were a result of my subconscious or whatever psychobabble people say. But...it's weird. Now that we're on the other side, there's so much possibility, and it feels strange to think of taking that first step."
But that's the thing about the creature, about Derry, isn't it? That it always held onto them, even when they couldn't quite wrap their heads around what it was. But Pennywise was always there, lurking. They might have left the shadows behind, but the shadows never quite left them.
"Yeah, makes you wonder how we forgot in the first place."
Except, in a way, it doesn't. It's easy to forget the things you're afraid of, to forget what you can't quite explain. But now, with the fog of fear and desperation lifted, with so much left behind them, there's actually a road ahead. A way out.
He snubs out his cigarette on the railing with one last exhale, the nicotine doing something to clear his thoughts. That, or it's Bev. She'd always been the level-headed, strong-willed one when they were younger. Brighter than any shadow that tried to swallow her whole. "Well, you don't have to take it alone."
And maybe that's too daring, what with everything waiting for them beyond Derry, the pieces of their lives they'll have to try and make sense of again. "It's a long drive from here to California. Guess I could always fly, but I don't know, think the journey might be good. Maybe help me come up with a decent ending for my books for once." A huff. God, he hopes Mike is around to rib him about that for years to come. "But I could give you a lift. At least as far as Chicago. And it'd break up the monotony of it all for me. If you're interested. Bored enough, even."
A shrug, a smile. "It still feels like a dream, doesn't it?"
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As Bill speaks, she glances over at him. Beverly has been living with her own shadows lingering in the corners of everything she does, but she never imagined what it could have been like for them. It just never entered her mind to even consider what it could have been like for her friends, even if she dreamt about them constantly.
"The way this town had a hold on us... I don't think any of us fully realized it." She sits on the rail of the porch, turning to face him a little better. "I dreamt of all of us. Every night. And it was never... We never made it this far. We would always die, it was always so fucking bloody." And, of course, she had been right with Eddie. The grief of losing one of their best friends still feels like it crushes her chest, making it hard to breathe for a moment, but she swallows it down.
"I always defaulted it on the chaos I was living in; the somehow those dreams were a result of my subconscious or whatever psychobabble people say. But...it's weird. Now that we're on the other side, there's so much possibility, and it feels strange to think of taking that first step."
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"Yeah, makes you wonder how we forgot in the first place."
Except, in a way, it doesn't. It's easy to forget the things you're afraid of, to forget what you can't quite explain. But now, with the fog of fear and desperation lifted, with so much left behind them, there's actually a road ahead. A way out.
He snubs out his cigarette on the railing with one last exhale, the nicotine doing something to clear his thoughts. That, or it's Bev. She'd always been the level-headed, strong-willed one when they were younger. Brighter than any shadow that tried to swallow her whole. "Well, you don't have to take it alone."
And maybe that's too daring, what with everything waiting for them beyond Derry, the pieces of their lives they'll have to try and make sense of again. "It's a long drive from here to California. Guess I could always fly, but I don't know, think the journey might be good. Maybe help me come up with a decent ending for my books for once." A huff. God, he hopes Mike is around to rib him about that for years to come. "But I could give you a lift. At least as far as Chicago. And it'd break up the monotony of it all for me. If you're interested. Bored enough, even."
A shrug, a smile. "It still feels like a dream, doesn't it?"