whatever you do, don’t think about twelve year old stan and eddie waiting patiently in the afterlife for their friends to arrive. how they watch over them and do everything in their power to keep them out of harm’s way. how they’re sad that their friends don’t remember them, but it isn’t terrible because they have each other. how they wait and wait and wait. don’t think about how when ben finally arrives, having died from pancreatic cancer, he’s shocked to be twelve again and standing in eddie’s old bedroom where stan and eddie were reading comic books. how stan screams “HAYSTACK!” and bursts into tears, tackling his old friend. don’t think about how beverly arrives next, dead from a lifetime of cigarettes and stress. how she’s standing in the barrens and hears screams and laughter from below, how she looks down and there are three of the six loves of her life, she’d forgotten them. how she feels the top of her head and is pleasantly surprised to find her red locks cut short yet again. how her old locket is around her neck and her favorite dress hangs to her knees once again. how ben nearly passes out when he sees her glimmering hair emerge from the bushes. how she can’t help but greet him with a kiss. don’t think about how mike comes next, died from an accident with a drunk driver, and he pops up next to the four of them reading books in the otherwise empty library. how eddie leaves tear spots on his shirt from the sheer joy. how he lets a tear or two fall as he reunites with the forgotten friends he knew and loved. don’t think about richie suddenly appearing in the middle of a laser tag game at the arcade, dead from an unexpected heart attack. how he feels his old glasses on his nose and his hair, long and tangled, in his eyes once again. how he hears a gasp from behind him and turns around to see beverly standing there. how she shoots him with her laser before running to him and wrapping her arms around him. how the other six gang up on him and make him lose to welcome him home. ESPECIALLY don’t think about how bill comes last, may years later, having died of old age. how he manifests in the barrens as well, his friends a few feet away having a picnic. how the seven twelve year olds sit there in stunned silence before eddie screams “big bill!” and they scramble to their feet and attack him with a group hug. how all bill can think is “still insists he sees the ghosts” but this time, the ghosts are real. don’t think about how they all spend the rest of eternity together, seven reckless twelve year olds, doing whatever they want, riding their bikes around an abandoned town where nothing bad ever happens again. how they spend every night surrounded by the only people that ever loved them the way they deserved. how everything ends the way it began, and the way it always should have been.
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